Author's note: Please review I'd love it. This Chapter contains a bit of language. no biggie.


Dani's point of view

"And the last stop on our wonderful tour is our refuge from Ms. Dawes and the other… wonderful… teachers, the cafeteria- serving processed garbage since 1861. Thank you for touring today. I'm Adam Torres, signing off," Adam exclaimed, trying to sound professional. I tried to repress a giggle but ended up bursting out laughing. Adam had been showing me around the school during the first few periods and although I was nervous at first, I felt so much more relaxed once I realized Adam was so lighthearted. You know what they say about change, I thought to myself for a second. But shuddered the thought away.

"I assume I get a free pass today?" I joked, referring to a place to sit at lunch. He seemed pretty cool to me, but who knows if I made a good impression on him. Maybe instead of letting me sit with him he figured I could find a seat, and a new crowd, on my own. But he just smiled.

"Of course. Who would I be if I didn't invite a nice young lady to sit with me."

"I guess Chivalry isn't dead," I teased. We both laughed and I exhaled. Why was I worrying? Of COURSE Adam would say yes. He was a nice person. You shouldn't judge people, I thought subconsciously. People are layered. People hide. You should know. I repressed the thought again, but not before a chill went through me. I silently told my brain to shut up when I saw Adam's body stiffen.

A girl was coming towards us wearing a red shirt. A junior, I thought. I had memorized the dress policy beforehand so I wouldn't make the mistake of talking to seniors. Then again, that was my old school. It seemed people from all different grades knew each other and talked to each other like it was no big deal here. It was there though.

"Oh look, Monica, it's that stupid freshman that's always gawking at us like we'll actually acknowledge her. What a ditz."

"Oh my gawd she's at it again. Doesn't she have a life?"

"I heard that she has no friends. Her daddy left her. I'd feel bad if she wasn't such a loser."

"She looks like she'd be fun to mess with. Let's go over and teach her a lesson."

"What if she doesn't learn?"

"Trust me. She will. One way or the other."

The junior came closer. She had curly brown hair and menacing eyes. She was glaring at Adam. As she passed by she leaned in his direction, looked at me, then at him, and said quietly enough for only the three enough for us to hear, "Tranny." She smiled to herself and walked off. What's a tranny? It was clearly something bad because Adam's eyes widened as he looked at me. I started to say something but he was running out the door.

"Adam, wait!" I called, but he was gone. I looked around to see if anyone saw when I spotted a kid dressed in all black and a girl with short curly hair looking horrified, as if they knew what Bianca said even if they couldn't hear it. And they knew what it meant. I quickly walked over.

"What the hell was that?"

"What?"

"You know what. That girl said something and he ran off. She called him a tranny. What's a tranny?" They exchanged a worried glance.

"C'mon. I'm gonna find out anyway. It's called google. Please tell me so I can find him and see if he's ok." The girl and boy gave in.

"He's probably in the bathroom. You should check there." I laughed nervously.

"Umm.. you may not have noticed but I'm a girl. I can't go in the boy's bathroom. You'd have to come," I stated, gesturing towards the boy.

"Not the boy's bathroom," the girl said. "The handicapped one."

"Handicapped? Is something wrong with him?" The two looked at each other and then at me.

"Not quite," the boy said.

I found the handicap bathroom and knocked on the door.

"A-Adam?" Are you in there?" I heard a muffled response. "Open the door. I want to talk to you. Now." After a long minute of silence he finally opened the door.

"What?" He looked as if he was about to cry. Or was I imagining?

"I-I know. About you being transgender." I wasn't imagining. He really was about to cry. He looked down. "Adam," I let out a shaky laugh. "I don't care!" He looked up at me incredulously.

"You don't?"

"Not at all! I mean, I wasn't expecting it, but I don't care. You are who you are."

"But I… have a body of a girl-"

"I know. And I couldn't care less." I lifted my arm. "Every movement I make and everything I do is controlled by my brain. Without it, I couldn't eat, sleep, or talk. So the way I see it, isn't what's between the ears the thing that counts?" He smiled. I put my arm down.

"Everyone's different, and that's what makes us all the same," I continued. "And you're way too smart and funny to be depressed." He laughed. "Besides, you were way too perfect. I like flawed Adam better. I can't imagine him any other way." We both smiled and I gave him a hug. "And now," I said, glancing at my watch, "We have about 15 minutes left to eat, so I'm heading back to the cafeteria. Join me?" He laughed and we walked back to the cafeteria, joking along the way as if we'd been friends for a while, not just today. As we were walking into the lunchroom, the junior passed by again. Bianca. The boy and girl, Eli and Clare, filled me in on the details of who people were and what happened a few months back. She smiled at a second opportunity to tease him.

"Freak," She said, and continued walking. I turned around to face her.

"Um, Bitch? Piss off." Adam smiled, but Bianca gaped.

"Are you joking, little girl?"

"Did I stutter?" We were right up in each other's faces.

"Why don't you and that little tranny go back to the cafeteria?"

"Why don't you find a new diss? 'Cuz trust me, Bianca," I Smiled sweetly. "It's getting old." Bianca looked angry but eventually she just grumbled, "whatever" and left. Whatever was right. Adam and I smiled while we entered the cafeteria, me getting a couple of high fives from students that saw what happened. Degrassi wasn't so bad, after all.


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