"I don't like him," she protests to her friend, Tessa.

Everyone in school assumes that because she's the popular one, she must like Tyler, the school's most beloved jock. But she doesn't. If anything, she hates him. He's always making fun of her for being trans, or calling her "he" when she wants to be called "she" and "her" even though she's biologically a guy now.

Tessa arches a brow. "Then why you bein' nice to his ass?" she demands. Liana almost smiles. Tessa grew up in the hood. Despite having all A's on her report cards and being quite responsible, as well as getting accepted into Harvard last week, people are still racist towards her. But she doesn't care. She flips them off and says, Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed!

To prove she doesn't care, she talks the way she grew up speaking. People always gave her strange looks for that or pretended not to understand, but Tessa's as stubborn as a mule. She just doesn't care.

Liana shrugs, pulling her hoodie over her head to hide her face shyly. "It's the polite thing to do," she mumbles. Today she's wearing an oversized hoodie and baggy but stylish jeans. Tessa snickers. "That boy don't deserve no manners," she says hotly. Liana scoffs, but she's grinning. "True."

Liana's gaze veers off to you. You're the star athlete on the wrestling team. Tall, muscled, yet still carrying that feminine aura about you. She loves it. She loves you, though she'd never say that. Not until it's the right moment, anyway. You're talking with your brother, who's gay. His name's Felix. Liana can't help but smile as Felix waves at her, and she can't help but return the gesture.

That's when your eyes find her. She blushes, waving shyly and looking away. Tessa's trying hard not to laugh as she takes the scrunchie off her wrist and ties her many braids into a ponytail. "What's she doing?" Liana whispers. Tessa grins, glancing at you. "Looking at you," she says. With that, she gives a teasing smile, and walks off, vanishing from Liana's sight. Dammit.