Serve it in Drag
Chapter 1!
SPLAT!
"What the FUCK?!?!"
I wipe the smashed red velvet cupcake from my face, blinded from the sweet frosting. I look around for the jerk who did it and see none other than Frank Iero. My tormentor for the past three years, he laughs walking backwards down the hall snapping photos on his camera phone no doubt posting them on Facebook or some shit.
"Might want to wipe that jizz off your face FAG!"
He cackles, making his idiotic friends burst into another fit of laughter. Deciding not to react and cause a fight that I would undoubtedly lose I walk away into the nearest bathroom and wipe off the remaining frosting from my face. Looking in the mirror I see myself as the ugly, fat, homo, that Frank so kindly reminds me that I am every day. Tears start to pool in my hazel eyes and I do nothing to stop them falling from my eyes. Letting quiet sobs rack my body feeling worthless.
Suddenly I hear the door open, wiping my eyes trying to hide the fact that I had been crying I see Jamia Nestor walk through the door. Great out of all the stupid shit I could have done I come and cry in the girls bathroom! This was only going to give Frank more ammo to shoot at me when we came back from summer break and all because I let myself cry in the fucking girl’s bathroom and worst of all let Jamia see. She was one of Frank’s best friends they were as close as could be, of course she would tell him about me. She looks up at me and takes in my probably puffy and red as fuck, face. She gives me one more look then lets out a huge sigh locking the door behind her. Confused and a little scared of what she might do I stand stock still watching her walk over to me and envelop me in a big hug. Not knowing what to do I just stand there letting her hug me. She finally lets go and steps back looking at me with a small, sad smile.
“Frank, huh?”
She questions me, I simply nod my head in reply to her.
“You know you shouldn’t let him treat you that way. If no one’s gonna stand up for you, you’ve got to do it for yourself. Before you go off on me and ask me ‘why I care?’ and ‘you never gave two shits before!’. You’re right I was horrible for not being the better person and telling Frank to stop or something and well, I’m sorry for that.”
“I…uh…it’s...Um…o-“
“No it’s not. I never did anything and it being the last day of school and my last day of high school there is really nothing I can do anymore. You can though.”
I look at her in confusion not understanding why she would be telling me to stand up to my bully, her best friend. She looks back at me seeing if I would understand where she was going with this. I look at her lost and confused.
“What can I do? Even if I try anything he and his friends will kick my ass. Besides that I would really like to just be invisible my senior year thank you very much!”
“You’re right. He would kick the shit out of you but if anyone is gonna get him to stop being such an asshole it should be you. The main object of his hate. Listen he is my best friend without a doubt and I love him with all my heart, but he can’t keep treating people this way. He needs to be taught a lesson and the best way for him to learn it is if one of the few he has tormented, ‘taught’ it to him.”
“That’s a good point and all but even if I did succeed in ‘teaching’ him a ‘lesson’, he would still kick my ass if I even tried anything.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry I even suggested it. It’s just, I don’t know…”
I stay quiet waiting, after a few moments of silence I walk around her and unlock the door ready to step out. A hand on my wrist stops me and pulls me back. I turn to face Jamia again and tis time see a mischievous smile playing on her face.
“Has anyone ever told you how feminine you are?”
“Uh…No?”
“Something you should know is that Frank would never think to make fun of or lay a hand on a girl. It’s one of the last good morals he hangs on to. Just to let you know.”
She gives me a wink and walks out before me with a little wave of her hand. I stare after her a bit confused and then it dawns on me that she just said I look like a chick! I rush over to the mirror and start to really inspect my face.
Holy Shit! I had never noticed before how soft and pale my skin was or the soft pink pout of my lips. My feathery, shoulder length black hair. I step back a little and look at the shape of my hips, turning to the side and seeing my round ass. I did look like a girl in a way. What did she mean by the last comment though? Even if I kind of looked like a girl, Frank sure as hell knew I wasn’t.
Lost in my train of thought I get startled by the sudden noise of my phone ringing. I look down and see its Mikey who decided to be an asshole and ditch the last day of school leaving me alone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, when you come home can you pick up some pizza to celebrate our last day?”
“Don’t you mean my last day? You flake. “
“Get over it. So yeah?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Without saying goodbye he hangs up, but not before I hear the lyrics to the musical number in the film he was watching. He was watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I smiled at the thought of one of my favorite movies, then it all clicked. Jamia’s comment about my looks and about Frank not targeting girls. Was I going to do it? Am I really even considering this? My only answer, Yes. I was going to do it, I was going to teach Frank a lesson. I was going to serve my last year of high school in drag.
"What the FUCK?!?!"
I wipe the smashed red velvet cupcake from my face, blinded from the sweet frosting. I look around for the jerk who did it and see none other than Frank Iero. My tormentor for the past three years, he laughs walking backwards down the hall snapping photos on his camera phone no doubt posting them on Facebook or some shit.
"Might want to wipe that jizz off your face FAG!"
He cackles, making his idiotic friends burst into another fit of laughter. Deciding not to react and cause a fight that I would undoubtedly lose I walk away into the nearest bathroom and wipe off the remaining frosting from my face. Looking in the mirror I see myself as the ugly, fat, homo, that Frank so kindly reminds me that I am every day. Tears start to pool in my hazel eyes and I do nothing to stop them falling from my eyes. Letting quiet sobs rack my body feeling worthless.
Suddenly I hear the door open, wiping my eyes trying to hide the fact that I had been crying I see Jamia Nestor walk through the door. Great out of all the stupid shit I could have done I come and cry in the girls bathroom! This was only going to give Frank more ammo to shoot at me when we came back from summer break and all because I let myself cry in the fucking girl’s bathroom and worst of all let Jamia see. She was one of Frank’s best friends they were as close as could be, of course she would tell him about me. She looks up at me and takes in my probably puffy and red as fuck, face. She gives me one more look then lets out a huge sigh locking the door behind her. Confused and a little scared of what she might do I stand stock still watching her walk over to me and envelop me in a big hug. Not knowing what to do I just stand there letting her hug me. She finally lets go and steps back looking at me with a small, sad smile.
“Frank, huh?”
She questions me, I simply nod my head in reply to her.
“You know you shouldn’t let him treat you that way. If no one’s gonna stand up for you, you’ve got to do it for yourself. Before you go off on me and ask me ‘why I care?’ and ‘you never gave two shits before!’. You’re right I was horrible for not being the better person and telling Frank to stop or something and well, I’m sorry for that.”
“I…uh…it’s...Um…o-“
“No it’s not. I never did anything and it being the last day of school and my last day of high school there is really nothing I can do anymore. You can though.”
I look at her in confusion not understanding why she would be telling me to stand up to my bully, her best friend. She looks back at me seeing if I would understand where she was going with this. I look at her lost and confused.
“What can I do? Even if I try anything he and his friends will kick my ass. Besides that I would really like to just be invisible my senior year thank you very much!”
“You’re right. He would kick the shit out of you but if anyone is gonna get him to stop being such an asshole it should be you. The main object of his hate. Listen he is my best friend without a doubt and I love him with all my heart, but he can’t keep treating people this way. He needs to be taught a lesson and the best way for him to learn it is if one of the few he has tormented, ‘taught’ it to him.”
“That’s a good point and all but even if I did succeed in ‘teaching’ him a ‘lesson’, he would still kick my ass if I even tried anything.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry I even suggested it. It’s just, I don’t know…”
I stay quiet waiting, after a few moments of silence I walk around her and unlock the door ready to step out. A hand on my wrist stops me and pulls me back. I turn to face Jamia again and tis time see a mischievous smile playing on her face.
“Has anyone ever told you how feminine you are?”
“Uh…No?”
“Something you should know is that Frank would never think to make fun of or lay a hand on a girl. It’s one of the last good morals he hangs on to. Just to let you know.”
She gives me a wink and walks out before me with a little wave of her hand. I stare after her a bit confused and then it dawns on me that she just said I look like a chick! I rush over to the mirror and start to really inspect my face.
Holy Shit! I had never noticed before how soft and pale my skin was or the soft pink pout of my lips. My feathery, shoulder length black hair. I step back a little and look at the shape of my hips, turning to the side and seeing my round ass. I did look like a girl in a way. What did she mean by the last comment though? Even if I kind of looked like a girl, Frank sure as hell knew I wasn’t.
Lost in my train of thought I get startled by the sudden noise of my phone ringing. I look down and see its Mikey who decided to be an asshole and ditch the last day of school leaving me alone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, when you come home can you pick up some pizza to celebrate our last day?”
“Don’t you mean my last day? You flake. “
“Get over it. So yeah?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Without saying goodbye he hangs up, but not before I hear the lyrics to the musical number in the film he was watching. He was watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I smiled at the thought of one of my favorite movies, then it all clicked. Jamia’s comment about my looks and about Frank not targeting girls. Was I going to do it? Am I really even considering this? My only answer, Yes. I was going to do it, I was going to teach Frank a lesson. I was going to serve my last year of high school in drag.
Notes
Yeah i know i shouldnt be doing this cause i can hardly keep up with my other stories but i am fucking weak get over it! Anyways i hope you guys like this let me know! Okay? Love y'all!-Venomous Kiss
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7/11/15