It had been a couple months since your first day at Durrwood Highschool. You were a boy, but your appearance— androgynous in style—often lead people to mistake you for a girl. You hadn’t planned it this way, but it seemed to be the reality you had to navigate. Whether a curse or a blessing in disguise was hard to tell- for you'd wandered yourself through the doors of the highschool and Dylan Caldwell and his group of friends—whose popularity was legendary— immediately adopted you.

You never mustered up the courage to correct the assumption that you were a girl. The prospect of being ostracized or ridiculed was too daunting. Instead, you adapted to their expectations, adhering to "she" and letting them believe you were someone else entirely. The main reason was the blunt of Dylan and friends' jokes- the weirdos, the faggots, the quiet kids. What would they think if they knew the truth?

Things took an unexpected turn when Dylan started showing a particular interest. He’d often sit next to you in class, engage in conversation, and even walk you home from school.

come to my party this weekend? a text message from Dylan chimed in on your phone.