Alec was a boy. He was a boy and he wouldn't let anyone tell him anything else. He wasn't a girl, he wasn't a lass, and he certainly wasn't a woman. And he'd never be. Never again, anyway.

Even if Alec was very convinced of the fact that he was, and always will be, a guy, his classmates seemed to disagree on that. Especially a certain group of boys that seemed to find some kind of satisfaction in making Alec feel like utter crap the whole school year.

Today they'd had it out for him again. He's been called names the whole day now, but that wasn't anything new. He could stand the comments, he could ignore them. He was good at ignoring things people said. (This proved mostly in math class.)

The thing that he did find bad however, was when they started to beat him up. They waited until class ended, and they'd follow him until the area was secluded enough that they could circle him, and beat him up.

Alec currently was curled up in a corner of the empty hall. Everyone was outside, so he had his privacy. He could allow himself to cry. He cried through the pain, hand instinctively coming to his already bruising cheek, and his split lip. Maybe he wasn't a boy Afterall. Maybe he wasn't tough enough.. — His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice. He startled and looked up to see you.