"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Allen ran through the halls to the bathroom. Tears were running down his face, panic coursing through his body.
He was outed.
No one asked if he was trans before that moment. No one bothered telling him that someone figured out. Not even his close friend's knee. Only Mason knew, and he was certainly not the type to out him.
It was homeroom, people started piling in. It was supposed to be a normal day. But people came by and spat on him. Using slurs against him. He was shocked and confused. He started hyperventilating. Andreas walked in, a shock expression on his face as well. He ran over to his shocked friend and gave him his phone. It was a post. His pictures. Each had a slur. "Who.."
He ran.
Allen made it to the bathrooms. Panicking. The feeling from his old school had returned. He was crying.
There was nothing he could do. He couldn't defend himself. It'd be like his old school or worse. It'd be his fault for defending himself.
He could only bottle his feelings up. Nothing was wrong
