So this story refers to Adam as just a girl pretending to be a guy, not a transgender. And I made some modifications to the characters. So don't take any of it the wrong way.

"Hey," Eli said as he walked up to me at my locker. My heart gave a small flip hearing his voice. Man, I was gonna have to stop doing that if I was gonna keep him thinking I was a guy. Unless I wanted him to think I was gay, getting all flustered around Eli probably wasn't the best plan.
"Hey man. How was your date last night?"
Eli took a deep breath, contemplating his answer. God, he looked so cute when he was deep in thought like that. Shut up Adam! You can't like him!
"Adam, I like Clare. She's great, but I just don't feel...it. You know what I mean?"
"well does Clare know that?"
It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Clare was in love with Eli. I was the only one, though, who knew that the feelings weren't 100 percent mutual.
"Does Clare know what?"
Eli and I both jumped. Clare was standing behind us, looking suspicious. Busted.
"umm.." Eli shot me a nervous glance. I nodded to him. "Can we talk?"
"oh. Um...sure."
Eli took Clare's hand and led her down the hall, into an empty classroom. He was going to do it. Break up with her. A small part of my heart filled with hope. I quickly silenced it. I'm a guy. Eli won't magically turn gay and fall in love with me. If he knew I was a girl...no. I can't tell anyone. Not even Eli.
"Clare! Wait!"
Well that was fast.
I looked up and saw Clare running from the classroom. She looked like she was crying. Eli ran out after her, stopping in front of me. He sat down with his back against a locker, his head in his hands.
"so, I see you let her down easy."
He glared at me. One of his world famous, so irresistable glares. Dammit.
"she's...not taking it well."
"I can see that."
The warnig bell chimed over the intercom, signaling 5 minutes until the next class.
"I can't face her in English. Wanna get out of here? Hang at my place?"
I had to resist the urge to squeal and grin.
"sure dude."
We got our stuff and quietly slipped out of the side door, though it's not like anyone was paying attention to the two random 11th graders.

Eli drove us to his house and we went in. Thank god his parents were at work. I couldn't help feeling excited I was alone with Eli.
"Grab some chips and turn on the Xbox. I'll be right back." Eli turned and went up the stairs, I assumed to his room. I listened until I heard a door close, and sighed for two reasons. One, Eli! Two, my hair could finally have a minute free of being mashed under a hat all day. I quickly let my hair down, shaking it out and enjoying the air on my head. I was apparently enjoying it a little too much, because I didn't hear the door open.
"what the fuck?"
I froze, too stunned to move.
"what the hell is going on!" Eli's eyes were wide as he stood at the foot of the stairs.
"Eli, I can explain!"
"please do, because from here it looks like your a fucking girl."
I gulped. Here was the moment I'd been avoiding for a long time.
"I am."
Eli just stood there, not saying a word. I went on.
"I wanted to know what it would be like...to be a guy. I never had any girl friends, I was always one of the guys. So I figured, why not actually be one of the guys?"
This all came out in one fast sentence. I looked Eli over, tryig to guage his reaction.
"does anyone else know?"
"no. Just you now."
He took a deep breath, again putting on that super cute thinking face.
"okay. I mean, we're still good friends. This makes some things I said to you kinda embarassing though..."
I instantly thought back to the conversation where Eli confided in me about his "wet dream" problem. Yeah, I could see how that would be embarassing.
"so even though I'm...Gracie, we're still cool?"
He seemed to relax a bit.
"yeah, we're cool. But is there anything else I should know?"
Oh god. There was something he should know. That I was madly in love with him. He should know, doesn't mean I had to tell him.
"well... It's kinda embarassing too, so I'd rather not."
"hey, I've discussed my...private problems with you, you owe me."
He had a point. I don't think this was as bad.
"okay. I ...sorta ...kinda ... aminlovewithyou." I said the last part quickly, hoping he wouldn't understand.
"you're in love with me?"
Oh shit.
"I should probably get back to class."
I grabbed my bag and crossed the room in three long strides.
"hold on! Adam! I mean...Gracie!"
Too late, I was already out the door, sprinting around the corner to the bus stop.
What the hell just happened?