Chapter Two: Chelsea

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I tended to have an aptitude for getting lost in the easiest places. Most places were incredibly difficult to navigate for me. When I was ten, I was still having trouble getting around my house. There was no place I knew like the back of my hand because my sense of direction didn't allow it. To put it simply, I got lost looking for my class. I was in a deserted hallway, probably in some back corner of the school. I had no idea which way was which, or where I was supposed to go, or anything. All I knew was that I was nine times out of ten going to be late for every class.

I started walking again in a random direction. This was new territory no matter what. None of these halls seemed familiar. I came across a sign and checked my schedule again, sighing in frustration.

I almost didn't notice when I walked straight into a wall. Well, what felt like a wall. I'm pretty sure that walls didn't wear football jerseys, though. I backed away, trying to get some distance between me and this "wall". Now that I wasn't looking solely at the ground, I could see that the wall was actually a six-foot-tall guy wearing a football jersey. On his jersey was the number 10, with the last name "Highlands" written above it. The guy turned around and I could see his face, he had a square jaw and caramel skin and green eyes and black hair.

If it wasn't confirmed before, I knew then. I knew right in that moment- I am the gayest person alive.

We stared at each other for about fifteen seconds before I realized I hadn't said anything. "I'm sorry!" I said, quickly and excruciatingly feminine. I cleared my throat and forced my voice to be lower again. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. My mistake." The guy laughed a little and looked down at me. Literally.

"It's chill," He said. The guy began to walk away with a pack of guys just like him, each one just as tall as the other. I made a mental note to not get on their bad side. They could step on me and I would just die. I quickly checked my schedule again for about the fifteenth time and looked around for my class. Luckily, I found myself standing right next to it so I walked in.

It was a science lab. There were beakers and test tubes scattered about, and in the corner there was a classic human skeleton, except this one was wearing... a dinosaur onesie. I didn't even want to question it. The walls were lined with posters explaining matter and ionic bonds and other sciencey stuff. At the far end of the room, a middle-aged woman who I presumed to be the teacher, Ms. Adams, was pouring different colored liquids into different containers that I couldn't remember the names of. I knocked slightly on the wall. "Hello?" I asked, timid. Ms. Adams looked up, carefully setting down a flask. Her eyes looked huge because of her goggles.

"Can I help you?" She asked, taking off her goggles. She glanced at a clock above my head.

I took a couple steps towards her. "Hi, I'm one of your students in your first hour class. Can I speak with you for a moment?"

She nodded and walked over towards a book on a desk away form the chemicals. She flipped through her book, looking at me. I assumed she wanted my name. "I'm Josie, but I prefer to be called Declan. When you're doing attendance can you call me Declan instead?" I asked.

She nodded, scribbled something down, and closed the book. Behind me, the door opened and a pack of girls walked inside. I decided to drop my stuff down in a seat towards the front and sat down, waiting for the bell to ring. Ms. Adams went back to her science work in the corner. I decided to have a staring match with the dinosaur-onesie skeleton. I was defanitly winning when I heard the girls behind me whisper something.

"Ohmergod! He's the same guy we saw in the hall. Y'know, the cute one?" They were horrible at whispering.

"Yeah, he is! Chelsea, go talk to him."

"Why me?" I presumed Chelsea asked.

"Because. You're the pretty one. Besides, you don't even have to try to get with him. Just bring him over here."

"Yeah," another voice chimed in. "You're like, gay, right? You don't even have to get with him because you don't like boys."

Chelsea let out a defeated sigh. "I'm pansexual, not a lesbian."

"Whatever," the supposed leader said. "Get him over here, pan."

I mentally prepared myself for this.

Chelsea walked over to me and sat down in the chair next to me. I looked at her, and she was actually pretty. She had curly brown hair and brown eyes to match, her eyeliner was done with a magical hand, with wings that could strike fear into anyone. Her makeup was so perfect, that even I, a transboy, was jealous of. "Hey," She said, flirtatiousness lacing the edges of the greeting.

I decided to stop her right there. "Listen, your friends are horrible at whispering. I know why you're here. I'm willing to meet your friends, but I'm not going to get with any of them. Besides, I'm gay. But it's great to meet a pansexual person." I smiled and held out my hand for her to shake.

Chelsea looked surprised. She slowly shook my hand. "I've never met anyone who knew what pan was. What's your name, O educated one?" She said with a small laugh.

I laughed a little bit. "I'm Declan. I already know you're Chelsea. Pretty name. Now, are you going to introduce me?"

She nodded and stood up, grabbing my arm and dragging me over to the table with the girls. There were four of them, three having long straightened hair, but one had on a hijab and was rocking the eye makeup. She had eyeliner wings that made it look like her eyes were butterflies. I was amazed at the ability. "Hello." I said, smiling.

One of the straightened hair girls, her hair was blonde, perked up. "Hi, I'm Geneva." She smiled a fake pretty smile. I didn't know how to feel about this one.

A red-headed one spoke up. "My name's Jasmyn. J-A-S-M-Y-N." I was confused at what compelled her to spell out her name. I was pretty sure I had classes with her last year.

The second blonde one sat for a moment and then spoke up. "Oh! Yeah, I'm Christina." She didn't seem interested in me at all. I knew I had classes with this one.

The fourth one stared at me for a second. "My name is Katie. It's nice to meet you..." She did a hand motion suggesting me to continue.

"I'm Declan," I said. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Katie was taken aback. "You have manners. Amazing."

I smiled. "Thank you, I guess."

Jasmyn leaned towards me a little bit. "So, Declan...are you new?"

I nodded. "Yes, I am." Did she not know me as Josie? I already began feeling awkward. Surrounded by four girls who wanted nothing more than to date me, it was reasonable that I felt uncomfortable.

Geneva was about to speak up when the bell rang and an entire group of student walked in. I turned towards them and smiled again. "It was a pleasure to meet you all." I walked back towards my original seat.

If people didn't recognize me as Josie, this was going to be one hell of a school year.


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