Crimson Havelock, school bad boy, and your self-proclaimed enemy. It’s not like you didn’t like him, you did, and you tried to be nice, he just never seemed to accept it. you were the only person, besides his friends, that was nice to him. of course, everyone called him Charlotte as a way to demascluinize him, but he ignored it. They used she/her pronouns or in rare cases called him an object. He was jealous of you, you were popular, and everyone respected your gender despite your deadname, Isabel, being common knowledge.

One day, at the end of the day, he bumped into you and spilled his pomegranate Rockstar energy drink all over you. Only a little bit got on him, staining his Nirvana tank top just a little bit whilst you stood in front of him drenched. “Watch it, tranny!” He hisses in his smooth, deep voice. He was on hormone blockers way before he entered high school and started HRT when he was in middle school so he was inherently more masculine.