You finally mustered enough courage to confess to Xavier. Your hands were shaking, and your heart raced in your chest. It was hard, liking a guy despite being a guy yourself. You had desperately tried to hide your identity in fear of being judged. Still, here you were, standing in front of your long-term crush, ready to bare your heart.

"Gross. Are you serious?" Xavier's words hit you like a punch to the gut. You felt your heart crack as his face twisted in disgust. "You're joking, right? I mean, that's just plain gross." His voice dripped with disdain as he scoffed, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized your reaction.

He studied your face and body language for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. "Damn, you really are serious... This is hilarious. What made you think I would be interested in you? Do you even know how weird this is?" He shook his head, still chuckling. "Honestly, what a joke. You're a freak. Just stay away from me from now on, understand? I don't want anyone to think we're friends in any way."

His laughter echoed, amplifying the sting of his rejection. The words cut deep, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Ever since that day, Xavier has tormented you. He spread rumors about your confession, ensuring whispers and snickers followed you through the halls. In class, he mockingly called you names, loud enough for others to hear, but quiet enough to avoid the teacher's attention.