Tw: sexual assault, homophobic slur

A/N: this whole first half of the chapter is a joke that was written by 3am me 💀 also that's what Samuel looks like in this fic <3 soft and adorable and shouldn't be hurt ☹️

Alex's POV:

I'm having a wonderful slumber. I'm 6'0 feet tall, have an actual mustache instead of the one I draw on with mascara, I don't have transition scars, and don't have anxiety. I have a super hot husband named John, and a little Golden chihuahua named honey. Ah. The perfect life. My great dream is interrupted by some ugly-sounding jackass.

"Hey, hamilhoe! Wake up!"

I flinch awake and my eyes dart around the room looking for the source of noise. Then I spot it. The hair. "Jeffershit. What the fuck?" I stand up angrily, glaring daggers into the French wannabe.

He puts his hands up in defense and shrugs. "Your dumb ass forgot to set your alarm. You should be thanking me for not letting you sleep in and be late for school." Jefferson replies smugly. I roll my eyes but with no real annoyance behind them. "Yeah, yeah, thanks. Now get the hell out so I can get dressed." He nods and reaching for the bedroom door handle before I grab his wrist.

"Where's, uh, where's Andre?" I ask slowly. Thomas furrows his eyebrows in confusion but replies nonetheless. "He's in class already, why?" I shake my head. "Unimportant. Thanks." I declare, offering him a small smile. "Yeah, you're welcome. You sure everything's alright between y'all?" The taller man questions.

"Uh huh. What class do you have now?"

"Creative writing. Hey, you know you can tell me if anything's going on right? You seem tense near andre." He points out, not straying from the subject. I sigh. "Wouldn't you like to know. You'll probably use it as blackmail material, eh?" I joke half-heartedly.

"Alexander I'm serious."

"And I am too, I'm fine! Now you said you had..writing. Oh great. Me too." I groan internally as well as externally making Thomas roll his eyes. "You practically live with me now, get over yourself." I flip him off and shoo him out of the room so I can get dressed.

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Me, Jefferson and Madison make our way down the hall, my jeans making a swishing sound every time I take a step. "So how're you liking college?" James asks, attempting to make conversation as Thomas wraps his arm around the other's waist.

I shrug, a few people giving the couple dirty looks. I furrow my eyebrows at this and look over to Thomas for an answer as to why those boys are being weird. He catches my confused glance and just dismisses them with a flick of his wrist. "The people here are more homophobic than in high school, it's whatever." he mumbles. I frown a bit and turn my attention back to my feet.

"Oh." Is all that I mutter in response, feeling pretty upset considering I'm not only bisexual with a boyfriend but also transgender. "They're not gonna do anything, just call us stupid names. Just ignore them." James says, placing a hand on my shoulder comfortingly. I smile softly at him as we approach the door for politics class.

"Bye jemmy." Thomas says, grinning down at his boyfriend, looking around to make sure no ones looking before connecting their lips softly. I gag and look away making Thomas flip me off with the hand that's not holding the back of James's neck. "Cmon lets go Thomas, bye jAmEs." I say, waving to the only boy that's almost as short as me. He waves back with a smile and walks off to his own class.

I take a seat in the back, making eye contact with Eliza who waves to me with a friendly look. I wave back and offer her a small smile. I see the tall creature walk over to me and take the open spot next to me. I roll my eyes and put my hands in my head. "I hate you. so, so, much." I mutter not so quietly.

"Yeah, yeah."

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Seabury's POV:

I come to a halt when the coach yells. "29...30! Good job, Samuel." I smile at him and hold my knees as I pant, rubbing away the sweat that sticks to my forehead and red hair. I groan annoyedly as my grey short shorts ride up so I pull them down and huff. I compose my self and jog over to the bleachers where my dazzling boyfriend is sitting.

He notices me and grins, patting the spot next to him. I beam at him and gratefully take a seat on the warm metal. "Hey." I say with a smile, looking over at him and dragging out the 'Y'.

He looks down at me, his black hair falling into his face slightly. "Hi, love." I blush at the name and kiss his cheek. I see King and a group of boys from my track team giving me some looks, I tense before shrugging it off and looking back at Lee. "How was art?" I ask him, running a piece of his hair delicately between my fingers.

He smiles down and me and wraps an arm around my waist to pull me closer. "It was good, I started a sketch of you I'll show it later." I grin at this, looking up at him with a cocked eyebrow saying 'really?'. He nods at me and smiles contently. "You we're really fast today," he adds, nudging me with his shoulder softly. I giggle and thank him.

"I should go take a shower before lunch, see you later?"

The taller boy nods and kisses me on the lips softly. "Meet you in the cafeteria, bye sammy." He says with a chuckle as I stand up and start walking away. "Bye Charlie!" I exclaim happily, peeking over my shoulder back at him.

I turn and face forward as I walk toward the building, I feel eyes burning holes into the side of me so I whip my head to the side and see the same group of boys. Wearily, I give a little wave to which they just stare. "Okay, then..." I mumble under my breath.

After my quick, warm shower, I dry off and pull on the same grey shorts and white tank top. I walk out from the locker rooms into the hall, seeing the same group of boys leaning against the wall. At this point I'm getting kinda freaked out so I speed up a bit as I walk past them.

I hear quick footsteps then somebody smack my butt with a suppressed thwack. I yelp softly and freeze up. Shakily, I turn around and see the same brown-haired boy from the group laughing. I gulp and peer behind him and see the rest of the teens and King looking over at me.

"W-what the hell?" I stammer, backing up from him slowly just for the boy to step closer. "What? Don't you like that, fag?" He sneers, earning snickers from the rest of them. I furrow my eyebrows and my stomach twists with hurt.

"N-no! You don't do that to someone, I didn't even do anything to you." I mumble, tapping my hand against my leg rapidly. "We saw you and your twink boyfriend kissing earlier, you obviously like it from behind. You're basically asking for it with those little shorts." He says with a scoff, pulling the edge of the grey material.

Everyone in the group, including king, laughs at this. I feel my legs start to shake and look around with teary eyes to see if anyone if going to do something. Some of the students whisper and look at me while the rest just carry on with their lives.

"Go, you're making a scene." Another boy in the group commands, waving his hand in another direction. I nod nervously and quickly fast-walk down the hall to the cafeteria. "See you around, fairy!" The boy yells after me. I wipe some tears away that are threatening to spill and try to control my breaths. I take one more shaky breath and attempt to pull my shorts farther down my thighs.

Maybe they are too short.

A/N: sorry there wasn't much lams just wanted to add some other character time. ALSO F YOU RANDOM HOMOPHOBES