A/N:This is a re-post from my old account. Original publish date: 10/28/13
Adam didn't know why he had trusted her - oh god, why did he trust her? He should have known. He knew from the start that liking Becky Baker was risque, which is why he had tried to avoid his feelings, smother them, stay as far away from Becky as humanly possible. But luck didn't seem on his side, because they crossed paths more often than not. Whether it be in Science class, in the hall, in the cafeteria… he couldn't avoid her no matter how hard he tried to, and it sucked more than anything had ever sucked for him before. Okay, maybe that wasn't true, but is sucked nonetheless.
He would find himself looking at her, watching her, the way her eyes lit up when she smiled, becoming the most beautiful and entrancing shade of blue he had seen in his life, the way her hair fell on her shoulders, the golden shade standing out just so against the skin of her neck… the way her legs looked as she walked away or past in those dresses he wasn't sure were modest enough to fit her holier-than-thou attitude.
But besides her looks, he was captivated by her mind. She was intriguing, confusing, and amazing all in the same package. Becky loved Science, she would pay attention so closely in class, discuss it so passionately when called on… but she had faith, too. You could tell just by the way she worded things, it would flow out of her answers in classes, whenever she closed her eyes for a second before she took a test - you knew she wanted God to give her the answers if you paid close enough attention to the words she'd mouth - and he loved it about her - and he hated it about her. If not for this faith he might have a chance. They were alike, a perfect fit, and though she was out of his league, that hadn't stopped him from pursuing any of the girls before - but now Becky was so far out of his league that it made his head spin.
To her, he was a girl. He was Gracie, the non-existent person that had posed as him for the first fourteen years of his life, and seeing the cross around her neck was a reminder of that. A reminder that he would never truly escape Gracie, would he? Even after everything, the testosterone, the surgeries, Gracie would always be in there, somewhere. Her pictures in photo albums, her name on wills. There would be proof that she once existed even when she didn't. So why had he been stupid enough to believe that he could finally leave her behind? Because Becky claimed to believe he was a boy?
That's what she did, she claimed. She kissed him, and said that they would handle things together, only for him to be tossed away yet again, only in a worse manner now because he let his guard down. He actually believed this was his chance. His chance to finally have enlightened someone to tolerance, to have someone love him for who he was, not for what was or wasn't in his pants or under his shirt… and then she had the audacity to say that he confused her? She had confused him! She had made him think that someone could truly like him, wholeheartedly understanding who he was. But he was wrong. No one would, obviously. Fiona, Katie, Becky… it just wasn't really worth it anymore, now was it? He should have taken his own advice and realized dating in high school wasn't a path to happiness, because now he was a mess.