It's been over a week and school has only gotten more miserable. The bullying only got worse. People would shove me around and call me all sorts of names. My life has become even more miserable but I just kept trying to remind myself that there was only two more weeks until I was done.

I had decided to brave it and wear a skirt today, that was a big mistake. I wore a band shirt with a black skater skirt, black ripped tights and a new pair of black Doc Martens that Gerard bought for me. People spent the entire day just mocking me, I never thought I could be so miserable at school but apparently I could.

It was a Friday and Gerard promised that we could go to the movies tonight, I've been spending a lot of time with him recently. I've loved it so far, he's just so kind. He's supportive of everything I do and I love it when he calls me a girl. He has supported me for everything and I loved it so much. Sometimes I can feel my heart race whenever he smile or texts me. That only made me nervous, I didn't quite know what I was doing when it came to guys.

"Jamia, I'm sorry about what I did at prom," I said. "I shouldn't have surprised you like that and I'm sorry because we had already had our outfits and everything planned out and i shouldn't have just changed our plans like that without consulting you."

"Oh my god, Frank, why do you keep thinking you're gonna win me back?" Jamia asked.

"I-I thought you liked me," I whimpered. "I liked you."

"Frank, you're wearing a Fucking skirt," she said.

"But...b-but I like you," I said quietly.

"Frank, come on, just take off the skirt and I'll consider it," she said.

"But I like it," I mumbled.

"Frank, you have a dick," she said. "I would know, I've seen it."

"I like my skirt," I said quietly.

"Stop being so faggy," she said.

My eyes watered as I looked down. She walked off and I sniffled as I walked to the cafeteria. I looked around at all the tables, each one filled with people talking happily. I tried sitting everywhere I could but even the table of freshman rejected me. I sat next to Patrick where he sat alone at a table.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," I mumbled.

"I like your skirt, I think it's pretty," he said.

I blushed softly as I smiled.

"What are your pronouns?" Patrick asked.

"Oh, uh, I-I don't know," I said. "She, I think. I'm still trying to figure everything out. I like she."

"Okay, do you go by a different name other than Frank?" He asked.

"Um, I don't know, I guess I just go by Frankie," I said.

"You're trans?" He asked curiously.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I am. I-I think I am. I know that I've always liked girls things and I have a friend who's been helping me and I really like it when he calls me a girl and...I don't know. I don't really like my body but I feel better when I'm wearing girls underwear. I think I'm trans but I don't know it just seems so scary to actually declare that I am. I'm always reading in the news about trans kids being beaten and murdered and I just don't want everyone to hate me more than they already do."

"I know what it's like to be in the closet and it's awful," he said. "I get tormented everyday but I feel true to myself. I'm not saying that you have to come out, you can just come out when you really think you're ready."

I nodded my head, looking down.

"It's scary," I said. "It's one thing to just say you like guys but how do I tell people that I'm actually a girl and to call me something else and use different pronouns?"

"No one ever said it wouldn't be hard," Patrick stated. "Your friend, is he your boyfriend?"

"I-I don't know," I mumbled. "I mean no, no he isn't. He's just...he's so sweet, though. He's so kind and supportive. And, like, my heart always beats really fast when I'm around him and I haven't known him for too long but I've been spending most of my time with him and I think that I'm actually starting to like him."

"That's so cute," he said.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"I used to but no, not currently," he said. "I'm actually kind of hoping to meet someone in college. I'm going to an art school so I'm just hoping a lot of people are a lot more people there are more open and accepting."

"I, uh, I'm a little scared," I said quietly. "I've never dated a guy before."

"It's not much different than dating a girl," he said. "Do you know if he's a bottom?"

"A what?" I asked.

"Top or bottom," he said. "You know, would he be on the giving or receiving end of the sex."

"Oh uh, I-I don't know," I said as I blushed.

"Well, that's something that you'll probably talk with him about," he said.

"I'm a little nervous about everything, everything is just so new," I said.

"It's okay to be nervous," he said.

The bell rang and I headed off back to class. As soon as school ended I hurried home. My dad was there watching tv with a beer in his hand. Football was on the screen, obviously.

"Hey, dad, I was gonna go out with a friend tonight," I said.

I got nothing but silence in return as he ignored me.

"I just thought I should let you know," I said.

He stared straight at the screen, not acknowledging me.

"Dad, please," I said quietly. "You can't just keep ignoring me."

He did exactly that and I went up to my room, my eyes watering. I took off my shirt and put on one of the bras and inserts before putting my shirt back on and tucking it into the skirt. I did my makeup with just some foundation, eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. Gerard wasn't picking me up until seven so that gave me a few hours. I did some homework for a little while before browsing through my phone.

Gerard finally got here and I giggled excitedly as I got into his car. He smiled, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. We drove to the theaters and went inside. It was pretty busy here and thankfully because of that I seemed to blend in rather than stand out.

"Get some snacks while I get the tickets?" He asked.

I nodded and he handed me his credit card. I went to the counter and bought a bucket of popcorn for us to share. I got him a diet coke and a sprite for myself. After a bit of consideration I also got a box of junior mints. I met him by the theater doors and he smiled.

"Here, let me help you," he said, holding some of the food for me.

We found our seats and we sat down.

"Alright, let's play a game until the trailers stop," he said. "Okay, twenty questions. What's your favorite kind of cake?"

"Probably chocolate," I said. "What is your favorite kind of ice cream?"

"Mint chocolate chip, definitely," he said. "How many kids do you want?"

"Maybe two, not too many," I said, biting my lip as I thought about what Patrick had talked about earlier. "A-Are you a top or a bottom?"

"Top, usually," he said. "Why are you asking?"

"I-I don't know, I know that you're into guys and someone was talking with me about topping and bottoming and I was just kind of curious," I said. "H-how many people have you dated?"

"Um, I've dated I like two girls and three guys," he said. "Why are you so curious in this stuff all of the sudden?"

I was saved when the movie started. Gerard moved the armrest up between us and scooted a bit closer. My heart was racing as his arm looped around my shoulders. My heart didn't stop racing the entire time and I tried to fix it by stuffing my face with food. Maybe I was just a nervous eater afterall.

"Can I stay the night at your house?" I asked when the lights turned back on.

"Yeah, of course," he said.

I felt a little gross after stuffing my face like that. We got into the car and Gerard drove us back to his apartment.

"Gerard?" I asked. "D-do you really think I'm pretty?"

"You're so beautiful, Frankie," he said.

Gerard looked at me and I was a little shocked by the intenseness of his gaze. He hadn't turned on the lights which left it somewhat dark. The sunset left such a warm glow over his skin as he took a few steps closer. He gently pressed his lips against mine, his hands on my hips. I let out a soft gasp and he pulled away.

"I-Is this okay?" He asked.

"I've never kissed a guy before," I said quietly. "K-kiss me again?"

Gerard pressed his lips against mine and I kissed back roughly. He picked me up, pressing me against the wall. I gasped, my heart racing. I've never been picked up and pushed against the wall. I loved Gerard taking control.

"Fuck," he muttered.

He kissed me roughly and carried me back to his room, pressing me down against the bed. My hands tangled into his hair as his body pressed against me.

"Gerard," I said.

He pulled away, looking down at me nervously.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have."

"No, i-it's not that," I denied. "I'm just nervous because I like you and I wasn't exactly sure if it was mutual or not."

"It is, it definitely is," he said.

Gerard gave me another soft kiss and I blushed. I turned my head away shyly and he chuckled.

"Wh-what does this mean for us?" I asked.

"I don't know, maybe you'll be my girlfriend," he said.

I blushed and shrugged.

"Oh, princess, don't get all shy now," he said.

Princess

"Will you?" He asked.

I nodded my head, giggling nervously. He gave me a soft kiss. We spent the rest of the night curled up in each others arms, soft kisses shared between us.