[POV: Iris]
'Ah God, why'd I have to drink so much last night?'
I took some pain medicine for my hangover and I'm currently on my third Redbull but nothing is alleviating this shit. The constant chatter of the classroom isn't helping, and ever since the teacher was called to the office, it's just gotten worse.
"Can you guys quiet down or, better yet, just shut the fuck up!"
"What happened to you Iris? Wake up in bed with the wrong person again?"
"Shut up Carter. You're just jealous I get more pussy than you."
Jackson Carter, piece of shit, chauvinist, and all around air-headed jock. The only thing keeping him in school is his exemplary performance in baseball. He isn't our star player for nothing, but he IS a fucking idiot. He may be hot, but not even I would sleep with his ass. Women are better anyways. He's been like this to me ever since I came out publicly as a bisexual in 9th grade.
"Fucking dyke." I hear him mutter under his breath.
I slammed my palms on the table and stood up, a little too fast for my head to handle. Thank god I'm holding onto the table. "The fuck you say cunt?! Do I need to take your bat to your head?!"
I start walking over to him before my friend, Jen, holds me back. "He's not worth another suspension, Iris."
"Don't stop me. I'm gonna beat the shit out of this homophobic fucktard until he can't see straight. Then I'll get my buds to make sure he can't walk straight either. I've been tired of his shit for the past 3 years."
While all the students are preoccupied with our conflict, the teacher walks in on us arguing. "What's going on in here?! I walk away for just a few minutes and everyone is at each other's throats already?! Everyone sit down! Monroe, detention after school. You as well Carter. You know how I feel about slurs. Iris wouldn't have gone off on you unless you said something to provoke her."
"But I didn't do anything, ma'am!"
"Bullshit Carter! I've heard some of the things you've said behind my back. Don't think I don't know. Keep arguing if you want a suspension on your record. You know our school doesn't tolerate that kind of behavior. Everyone back to their seats! NOW!" After Mrs. Sharpe finished going off on us, she continued after a deep breath, "Now students. We have a student returning after home schooling for 6 years. Some of you may know or even remember her. She's a very special lady." She turned to the open door where I could see the shadow of someone waiting to come in. "Come on in and introduce yourself to everyone."
Oh my God! A goddess just descended into our classroom. She's tall, like really tall. I'd have to say at least 6' 3" give or take a couple inches, since she's wearing 3" heels. Her strawberry blonde hair is done with wavy curls that reaches the middle of her back. Her skin has a healthy gold color on it, showing she at least gets outside, and she's wearing just the cutest sun dress covered in sunflowers that hugs her small but completely perky bust and thin waist. And her skin looks so smooth. I'm drooling.
There's this glow to her and I can't take my eyes off her. She's definitely feminine, but her face looks androgynous. If she dressed as a man, she could pull it off. Don't get me started on her eyes. They're a hazel that looks like a clear blue-green lagoon reflecting the sunlight at midday. Her lips are so plump I can't help but imagine myself sucking on them. Just the thought is making me wet.
"Hi everyone. My name's Joy Mitchelson." Oh man, help me. Her voice sounds all gravely and sexy like Emma Stone. What I'd give to hear that voice moaning my name. I'm sitting there dreaming of laying on top of her, biting my bottom lip. "Um, so, I actually kind of recognize a few of you." She looks at me while scanning the room. I can see a little blush dust her cheeks a light shade of pink after seeing me and sports a bashful smile. That's hot. "You may not recognize me, but I used to go by Joel Mitchelson."
The fuck?! Joel? As in the Joel Mitchelson I had a crush on all through elementary school and 6th grade?! My former best friend?! That Joel?!
"Well, long story short. For the past 6 years I've been going under a gender transition ever since I hit puberty, and I'm now officially recognized as a female."
"Wait. Joel? As in that skinny girly-boy Joel? So like, you're a dude? Does that mean you like dudes too?"
Mrs. Sharpe glares at the douche who blurted it out. "CARTER! Principal's office. NOW!"
"What?! I'm just asking a question."
"You hear-"
"It's fine Mrs. Sharpe. I'll at least answer the question. It's not the first time I've been asked it. To answer your question. Yes, I may have been born and assigned as a male at birth, but I identify and am recognized as a female. And to answer the second question, no. I'm gay, a lesbian, which means I'm only attracted to women."
"Thank god he won't be hitting on me then," he mutters under his breath, but loud enough for Mrs. Sharpe to hear.
"THAT'S IT CARTER! A week's worth of detention and a trip to the principal's office. And if I hear anything like this again, I'll suspend you for a week!"
"Just an opinion, ma'am." He scoffs and walks out with nearly half the class glaring at him after picking up his backpack.
I'm not really paying attention to this, because mainly I'm just starting to tear up. I thought Joel hated me. He left me, and it's never been the same after he disappeared without a word. I hear her speak up again. "Does anyone have any questions?"
I wipe my eyes and stand up. "Yeah. I have one. WHY'D YOU JUST DISAPPEAR WITHOUT A WORD?! You couldn't tell your best friend anything?! Did you hate me that much?!" Oh man, the tears are falling now. "Did you know how worried I've been about you ever since you vanished from me?"
Joy walks up to my desk, looks down into my eyes, and raises her hand to rub the tears off my cheeks with her thumb. "I'm sorry Iris. I didn't mean to make you think I hated you. I was just scared what everyone would think of me, especially you, after I started transitioning."
"You idiot! I could never hate you." I jump up and grab her into a tight hug pushing my chest into her waist and resting my head on her bosom, I said crying, "I missed you so much."
She hugs me back tightly as well and runs her hand through the hair on my head. "Shh, it's okay. I'm back and I'm not going anywhere anymore."
I back up and look at her face while holding onto her waist still and smile at her with tears hanging from my eyelashes. "You better not. We have a lot of catching up to do, dummy."
"That we do, Iris, that we do," she replies with a mesmerizing smile. God. Man or woman, she's still hot. This is gonna be bad.