I took a deep breath and Luke hugged me. I breathed out a thanks and opened the door. My D cup boobs were practically spilling out of my light pink dress. The dressed flowed down to my knees and then stopped. My mask laid on my face and my pixie cut, brown hair had been brushed. I wore long, light pink socks and a pair of white shoes that matched the sash that went around my waist.

I walked into the school silently and went to my first class. I had chickened out on coming yesterday but today, I was here. The class looked at me as I entered a few seconds after the bell rang.

"I'm sorry," I apologize to the teacher. The whole classes' eyes were on me. I swallowed nervously before calmly went to my seat next to David. The teacher started the class and everyone forced them selfs to look away.

"You can't sit there," David told me,"my friend Jonathan sits there." I turned and stared at him.

"Please don't call me Jonathan anymore," I told him. I wanted him to call me Jonathan again though, craved it really. Jonathan was everything I wanted to be; a guy. Yet, here I was; a girl.

"J-Jon?" David asked,"what happened to you?"

"Nothing David," I answered," expect I woke up." Please call me Jon again. Please call me Jon everyday for forever. Just then, Evan opened the door. He stared at me long and hard before dragging himself to the seat next to me and sitting down.

"Jonathan," Evan turned to me," how are you?" I ignored him. I didn't need him in my life. I mentally laughed at myself. Yes, yes I did need him in my life. I raised my hand and the teacher called on me.

"May I use the bathroom?" I asked politely, my voice as low as a guys yet somehow it was yet so girly.

"David show her the restrooms," the teacher answered before going back to his lesson. Before I could say anything, David had already gabbed my hand and we were out the door.

"What happened Jon?" David asked, no demanded, from me once we were down the hall. I turned to my friend. The same friend that gave me all my other friends, an enemy, and a crush. He hugged me and then, I cried.

"I don't wanna be a girl," I cried," I must be so selfish but all I want is to be a guy. I hate being a girl. I was trans but now I'm back because I'm selfish." I sobbed into David's comforting shoulder as he rubbed my back. I let it all out. All the pain and the confusion but mostly need.

"Please call me Jon again."

"I've never stopped calling you Jon," David told me and I began to cry out of happiness. Then, someone clapped to my left. I pried myself out of David's embrace and there stood Mini.

"Great acting, really," Mini said," but this time, I want David to pull you into a kiss." I rolled my eyes and went to shove him to the ground when he pulled out a gun.

"Woah," David said,"Craig let's take a deep breath and think about your actions."

"I am thinking," Craig told us," I am thinking about how Tyler only talks about Julie!" My eyes widened in realization.

"Craig, is that a good reason to kill Jon?" David asked as he took a step towards him.

"Don't move Dathi! I swear I will kill her!" Craig said.

"Craig, I asked a question. Is that a good reason?" Dathi asked again.

"You don't understand!" Mini yelled. The bell started ringing signaling that there was a trespasser.

"Craig, put the gun down," Dathi told him slowly as he took another step closer to him. A gunshot ringed through the hallway and I fell to the ground. I felt a little dizzy but I was still conscious.

It was a weird feeling, the pain. It started out as a dot of misplacement before it rapidly spread to the rest of my chest. I don't even know if I screamed the moment I saw how much of my own blood was staining my pink dress. In all honesty, all I could see was how bright the lights on the ceiling were.

"Jon!" David screamed. He screamed my name over and over so, with all my strength, I turned to look at him.

"Don't leave. I need you to stay awake for me," David told me as he began to cry. Craig was knocked out behind David. It was a weird thing, the sudden rush of wanting to die. A scream ripped itself from my throat.

I could see now that I had screamed multiple times as my throat felt raw and that I was crying too. I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep. Never in my whole life have I wanted to sleep this bad. Sure, there were days were I was tried but never like this. I felt as if the moment I closed my eyes, they'd never open again.

Then, it hit me. I was dying. I was dying on the floor of my high school in Ireland. I was dying in front of my friend. I was dying in a dress.

"I-it hu-hurts," I stutter out.

"Hey, don't talk," David told me," I just need you to stay awake for me."

"N-no. I-I-I can't," I told him. I went to close my eyes.

"Evan likes you," Dathi told me and I opened my eyes. "He told me, the moment he looked into your blue eyes, he was blown away. Guy or girl, he just wants you to be you because that's who he likes."

I was not going to die. I needed to stay alive.