Feminine

1

Roger

Winter in London had to be one of the World's greatest sights. Snow fell and glittered the sky with it's white crystals. The light shone through them, creating a blissful winter display. Cars whizzed by as if the roads were clear and in perfect condition, but in reality they were a slushy mess full of dirty snow due to the grimy oil that secreted from the vehicles. Children could be heard cheering as the television bears the news of schools closings for the day. But us college kids didn't get a day off, we had too many of them as is.

Despite the weather conditions, I was dressed as if I lived in the crisp calm atmosphere of an autumn afternoon. Many looked at me as if I were crazy but I try to explain to everyone that I don't grow very cold during the winter.

I wore a long sleeve black cropped turtle neck with matching leggings. I wore my fuzzy black boots as well. Black was a great color. I tied my hair up in a messy bun and put on my skinny framed circle glasses, they were for reading, and they were cute.

Before I go any further, no. I am not a girl. Nor do I think I am one. And I am not gay. I just happen to enjoy feminine fashion and the boys happen to enjoy watching me.

"Taylor!"

A sharp voice interrupted my train of thought. I flinched at the harsh tone and whipped my head towards my teacher. She glared at me through her thick rimmed glasses that hung loosely at the tip of her pointed noise.

She resembled a witch to me. Or maybe a bit more like a bitch?

And don't get me started on how she calls me Taylor all the damn time. People couldn't decipher if I were boy or girl by my looks, and at this rate they will never know.

"Yes Karen?" I smirked at the elder, using her first name to tick her off. The class snickered and Ms. Hitch's glare seemed to grow darker.

Yes, her name was Ms. Hitch. Witch Bitch Hitch was my nickname for her. I swear someone made it easy for me to tease her.

"Keep it up and you're bound to fail this class."

She scowled at me. I didn't think she could look anymore revolting, but here she stands to prove me wrong.

"Just like your marriage? Oh, I woudn't want that." I retorted. I gave her an innocent pout and her face grew red. I think I took it a bit too far, but I'm a risk taker.

"Roger!" My friend, Tim, hissed from a desk behind. I guess I did take it too far. Hitch looked furious, I've never seen her like this.

"Mee-"

"Ms. Hitch, I'm stuck on this problem and I need a bit of assistance." A curly haired boy interupted the lunatic woman before she could discipline me. Ms. Hitch's face instantly grew friendly and she practically skipped over to him. She signaled everyone to get back to work, and so we did.

I couldn't help but peek at the boy who saved me from another suspension, what a true hero. The boy looked at me for awhile, Ms. Hitch was too engrossed into the boy's worksheet to notice. He moved his lips as if he were mouthing something.

'You're welcome.'

I smirked at him and mouthed back a quick 'thank you' and went back to work.

Who am I kidding, I hated math. I went back to secretly texting on my phone.

The rest of class was a blur, I spaced out through most of it. The bell rang for dismissal and I sprung out my dreamy haze. I hurriedly shoved my belongings into my bag and got up from my seat. I looked ahead and found Curly boy staring at me. I think he noticed my gaze, so he quickly reverted his. It was too cu- cool!

It was too cool.

The boy was really tall. His skin was almost as white as the plentiful mounds of snow that scattered outside, which really made his dark hair and eyes pop. He was dressed in jeans and a long sweater, no one around here hardly wore a winter coat.

"Hey," I began to say as I strolled up to him. "what's your name?"

Curly boy gave me a shy smile and offered a handshake.

"Brian." He responded. I gladly shook his hand and we both released. I playfully put a finger on my chin as if I were thinking.

"Brian... I think I'll call you Curly Boy. The name's Roger." Brian looked at me funny afterwards. That look was an all too familiar look to me. He must've thought I was a girl.

"I'm guessing you thought I was a girl." I hummed out. Brian looked as if he did something wrong.

"Don't freak out Curly, it happens a lot." Brian smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back.

"That's understandble. You look very cute." I couldn't tell if he was flirting or being honest.

"Thank you, you look quite adorable yourself." I replied. A soft shade of pink grew on his porcelain cheeks. He scratched his head in embarrassment and chuckled.

"Well it was nice to meet you Curly, but I have to catch my job before I get fired." I said as I pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. I scribbled down a few digits and handed it to Brian.

"Lets be friends."