Serve it in Drag
Chapter 2!
“So remind me again why you’re doing this?” Mikey questions as I hold on to his arm. Nearly tripping onto my face with every few steps I was taking in these five inch death traps. “Bec-Ahh!” I yell as I nearly fall again but caught just in time by my twig of a brother. I flick my hair out of my face giving him a death glare as he breaks his poker face to smile at my near death. I straighten out my posture and let go of his hand strutting across the living room and into the kitchen. Swaying my hips and feeling confident just how the women on those tutorials suggested. I strut back to Mikey in the living room, stopping in front of him with my hand on my hip. He raises his eyebrows in mock surprise and gives a light clap congratulating me on my success. Suddenly my ankle gives out and I tumble to the floor causing him to bust out into a fit of laughter. I huff and just crawl my ass to the sofa, plopping myself down with another huff.
Once he calms down enough and his face is only slightly red he takes a seat next to me still chuckling to himself. I grab one of the throw pillows and whack him with it across the head.
“Ouch! Jesus, Fuck okay I’m sorry!”
“You better be fucker. That shit is harder than it looks!” He just rolls his eyes at me with a slight grin still on his face. I let a smile slide across my face finally seeing the humor in my unique situation. “Okay so I get why you’re doing it, but how did you even get the school to agree to it?”
“Mom.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“Mom and I went in there about a week ago after we received my class schedule. We set up a meeting with the principal and she explained to him my situation. Of course we didn’t tell him the truth of why I was doing it but mom did tell him that if he and the school staff refused to acknowledge my new ‘status’, that she would seek legal help. That scared the shit out of him so now he and the whole staff have to refer to me as my new name and they can never so much as mention me as ‘Gerard’.”
“You’re batshit crazy Gee. What makes you think this is actually going to work?”
“It will trust me. I’ll be the one having the last laugh.”
“Whatever. So tomorrows the first day any idea what you’re going to wear?”
“No, not yet but it will definitely get me noticed.”
“Whatever hoe.”
“I’m not gonna look like a hoe you asshole! More like a high-class prostitute.”
Mikey gives me a look, “Are you serious?”
“Of course not you dick,” I say with a roll of my eyes. “I’m just gonna make sure to look nice. Also my name from now on is gonna be Gwen. Got it?”
He snorts, “Whatever you say, Gwen.”
*Beep Beep Beep*
I groan as I hear the obnoxious beeping of my alarm, throwing my hand over it trying to find the off button. Finally turning it off I roll over in bed and look up at the ceiling, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as they try to adjust to the light of the rising sun coming through the window. Mustering up enough will power I drag myself into the shower to begin my new morning ritual. Instead of using my usual Irish Spring brand for my hair and body, I use the new vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner set my mom got me along with the matching body wash. After washing and rinsing I shave my legs to make sure I got any hairs I might have missed the day before. I stand under the hot spray for another minute just letting the soothing water run over my tense body, once I feel it has done its job of relaxing me I turn off the water and step out of the shower wrapping a towel around my waist.
I wipe off the condensation from the mirror and look into it trying to decide what to do with myself. With a sigh I pick up the coconut scented hair serum pouring a couple of drops into my palm, rubbing it into my hair to “protect from the heat” as the bottle says. I then grab my mom’s pink blow dryer and begin to dry my hair while running a comb through it. When practically all of my hair is dry I turn off the loud noise of the dryer and start to wrap the already hot curling iron around the ends of my hair, giving my ends just a little bit of flip to them. When I’m satisfied with my hair I start to apply my makeup the way my mom had shown me. When I get to the eyeliner I try my hardest to steady my shaking hand, pulling my hand away I look at my work and grin like an idiot with my success. I quickly walk out before the steam from the shower starts to make my make-up run. Looking into the left side of my closet where all of my girl clothes is kept I try to decide what to wear when I hear the annoyed yell of my brother, “HURRY THE FUCK UP, GERARD! YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE US LATE!’
“IT”S GWEN YOU ASSHOLE!” I scream right back. Looking to the clock I see there is only fifteen minutes till school starts and it takes ten to get there! Ripping random clothes off hangers I start to throw them on hoping to God that they match and I don’t look utterly ridiculous. Last minute I throw on some dark purple fishnets with my new black high heeled ankle boots. Snatching my sunglasses off my dresser I run up the stairs of the basement almost slamming face first onto the hall floor in my haste. I run the rest of the way to the car which already holds a waiting and irritated looking Mikey. Throwing open the car door I jump in making him almost spill the mug of coffee in his hands. He winces at the bit that spilled onto his fingers and hands it to me as he puts the car in drive. Sipping the hot liquid I give him a thumb up to show my gratitude, to which he just hums in reply to. At the next red light I finish chugging down the rest of the coffee, putting the cup down I fish out the lip gloss from my messenger bag reapplying it in the rearview mirror. After putting some on I put it away and glance down at the rest of my outfit.
I smile happy with my rushed choices, I had on a purple Metallica top with a leather jacket thrown over and a black skirt that reached mid-thigh. Along with my purple fishnets and ankle boots I had to say I looked pretty cool! Mikey notices my smile and gives a small smile back as we pull into the school parking lot, where you see a few stragglers power walking their asses to class, apparently to cool to run. Getting out of the car he hands me my bag as we walk to the front doors of the innocent looking school building. I stop, feeling the nervous flutter in my stomach.
What if this didn’t work?
What if he saw right through me”?
What would I do then?
Mikey notices my hesitation and pulls me into one of his awkward brotherly hugs, patting me on the back with a little more force than necessary. I wince but hold on all the same knowing this was supposed to be a comforting gesture. He pulls back grinning, “You’ll be fine. Good luck hot-stuff!” He says with a wink as he holds open the heavy wooden door. I give a small wave as we depart from each other to our separate classes. Looking at my schedule I see my first class is Creative writing followed by Art, Music and then dreaded Calculus. I hear the bell ring signaling my lateness to the rest of the world, I walk the rest of the way. Seeing no point in running to a class that I’m already late for, especially in high heels! Luck was on my side this morning and I was not ready to test that luck on the slippery halls of the school. Finally I reach the classroom only to be met with a shut door, grabbing the handle I turn the knob hoping not to be noticed. BUT OF COURSE! The door is squeaky as fuck, alerting the whole class to my presence! I feel a blush spread across my cheeks and rush to the back of the room where I spot an open seat. Sitting down I pull out a black notebook and pen ready to work.
I turn to my neighbor ready to ask him about the assignment but see none other than Frank Motherfucking Iero staring right back at me. I feel the usual mix of fear and anxiety wash over me but it soon goes away as I notice his look is very different to his usual expression of disgust for me. He’s actually smiling with an eyebrow raised flirtatiously at me. I look down and will another blush onto my face in pretend bashfulness. He leans across the space between us and whispers a breathy “Hey.” Into my ear making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I smile back as he hands me his handout, taking it from him I turn back in my seat to face forward. I glance at him from the corner of my eye and catch him watching me unashamedly. This time a real blush making its way onto my face.
I sit for the rest of the class putting all my effort into staring straight ahead trying to ignore the penetrating gaze of Frank. Forty minutes later the bell rings sending me to the art room, my safe haven. I waltz in and smile at Ms. Ballato, my all-time favorite teacher. Taking my place at the back of the room I start to draw comic strips of cats when I feel someone take the seat beside me. Of course it’s Frank with a smirk stretched across his face. I politely smile back as he adjust himself in his seat, letting it turn into one of arrogance as I recognize the beginning of his infatuation with me.
Two hours in. Not one word said. Perfection.
Once he calms down enough and his face is only slightly red he takes a seat next to me still chuckling to himself. I grab one of the throw pillows and whack him with it across the head.
“Ouch! Jesus, Fuck okay I’m sorry!”
“You better be fucker. That shit is harder than it looks!” He just rolls his eyes at me with a slight grin still on his face. I let a smile slide across my face finally seeing the humor in my unique situation. “Okay so I get why you’re doing it, but how did you even get the school to agree to it?”
“Mom.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“Mom and I went in there about a week ago after we received my class schedule. We set up a meeting with the principal and she explained to him my situation. Of course we didn’t tell him the truth of why I was doing it but mom did tell him that if he and the school staff refused to acknowledge my new ‘status’, that she would seek legal help. That scared the shit out of him so now he and the whole staff have to refer to me as my new name and they can never so much as mention me as ‘Gerard’.”
“You’re batshit crazy Gee. What makes you think this is actually going to work?”
“It will trust me. I’ll be the one having the last laugh.”
“Whatever. So tomorrows the first day any idea what you’re going to wear?”
“No, not yet but it will definitely get me noticed.”
“Whatever hoe.”
“I’m not gonna look like a hoe you asshole! More like a high-class prostitute.”
Mikey gives me a look, “Are you serious?”
“Of course not you dick,” I say with a roll of my eyes. “I’m just gonna make sure to look nice. Also my name from now on is gonna be Gwen. Got it?”
He snorts, “Whatever you say, Gwen.”
*Beep Beep Beep*
I groan as I hear the obnoxious beeping of my alarm, throwing my hand over it trying to find the off button. Finally turning it off I roll over in bed and look up at the ceiling, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as they try to adjust to the light of the rising sun coming through the window. Mustering up enough will power I drag myself into the shower to begin my new morning ritual. Instead of using my usual Irish Spring brand for my hair and body, I use the new vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner set my mom got me along with the matching body wash. After washing and rinsing I shave my legs to make sure I got any hairs I might have missed the day before. I stand under the hot spray for another minute just letting the soothing water run over my tense body, once I feel it has done its job of relaxing me I turn off the water and step out of the shower wrapping a towel around my waist.
I wipe off the condensation from the mirror and look into it trying to decide what to do with myself. With a sigh I pick up the coconut scented hair serum pouring a couple of drops into my palm, rubbing it into my hair to “protect from the heat” as the bottle says. I then grab my mom’s pink blow dryer and begin to dry my hair while running a comb through it. When practically all of my hair is dry I turn off the loud noise of the dryer and start to wrap the already hot curling iron around the ends of my hair, giving my ends just a little bit of flip to them. When I’m satisfied with my hair I start to apply my makeup the way my mom had shown me. When I get to the eyeliner I try my hardest to steady my shaking hand, pulling my hand away I look at my work and grin like an idiot with my success. I quickly walk out before the steam from the shower starts to make my make-up run. Looking into the left side of my closet where all of my girl clothes is kept I try to decide what to wear when I hear the annoyed yell of my brother, “HURRY THE FUCK UP, GERARD! YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE US LATE!’
“IT”S GWEN YOU ASSHOLE!” I scream right back. Looking to the clock I see there is only fifteen minutes till school starts and it takes ten to get there! Ripping random clothes off hangers I start to throw them on hoping to God that they match and I don’t look utterly ridiculous. Last minute I throw on some dark purple fishnets with my new black high heeled ankle boots. Snatching my sunglasses off my dresser I run up the stairs of the basement almost slamming face first onto the hall floor in my haste. I run the rest of the way to the car which already holds a waiting and irritated looking Mikey. Throwing open the car door I jump in making him almost spill the mug of coffee in his hands. He winces at the bit that spilled onto his fingers and hands it to me as he puts the car in drive. Sipping the hot liquid I give him a thumb up to show my gratitude, to which he just hums in reply to. At the next red light I finish chugging down the rest of the coffee, putting the cup down I fish out the lip gloss from my messenger bag reapplying it in the rearview mirror. After putting some on I put it away and glance down at the rest of my outfit.
I smile happy with my rushed choices, I had on a purple Metallica top with a leather jacket thrown over and a black skirt that reached mid-thigh. Along with my purple fishnets and ankle boots I had to say I looked pretty cool! Mikey notices my smile and gives a small smile back as we pull into the school parking lot, where you see a few stragglers power walking their asses to class, apparently to cool to run. Getting out of the car he hands me my bag as we walk to the front doors of the innocent looking school building. I stop, feeling the nervous flutter in my stomach.
What if this didn’t work?
What if he saw right through me”?
What would I do then?
Mikey notices my hesitation and pulls me into one of his awkward brotherly hugs, patting me on the back with a little more force than necessary. I wince but hold on all the same knowing this was supposed to be a comforting gesture. He pulls back grinning, “You’ll be fine. Good luck hot-stuff!” He says with a wink as he holds open the heavy wooden door. I give a small wave as we depart from each other to our separate classes. Looking at my schedule I see my first class is Creative writing followed by Art, Music and then dreaded Calculus. I hear the bell ring signaling my lateness to the rest of the world, I walk the rest of the way. Seeing no point in running to a class that I’m already late for, especially in high heels! Luck was on my side this morning and I was not ready to test that luck on the slippery halls of the school. Finally I reach the classroom only to be met with a shut door, grabbing the handle I turn the knob hoping not to be noticed. BUT OF COURSE! The door is squeaky as fuck, alerting the whole class to my presence! I feel a blush spread across my cheeks and rush to the back of the room where I spot an open seat. Sitting down I pull out a black notebook and pen ready to work.
I turn to my neighbor ready to ask him about the assignment but see none other than Frank Motherfucking Iero staring right back at me. I feel the usual mix of fear and anxiety wash over me but it soon goes away as I notice his look is very different to his usual expression of disgust for me. He’s actually smiling with an eyebrow raised flirtatiously at me. I look down and will another blush onto my face in pretend bashfulness. He leans across the space between us and whispers a breathy “Hey.” Into my ear making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I smile back as he hands me his handout, taking it from him I turn back in my seat to face forward. I glance at him from the corner of my eye and catch him watching me unashamedly. This time a real blush making its way onto my face.
I sit for the rest of the class putting all my effort into staring straight ahead trying to ignore the penetrating gaze of Frank. Forty minutes later the bell rings sending me to the art room, my safe haven. I waltz in and smile at Ms. Ballato, my all-time favorite teacher. Taking my place at the back of the room I start to draw comic strips of cats when I feel someone take the seat beside me. Of course it’s Frank with a smirk stretched across his face. I politely smile back as he adjust himself in his seat, letting it turn into one of arrogance as I recognize the beginning of his infatuation with me.
Two hours in. Not one word said. Perfection.
Notes
Holy shits you guys! I only posted ONE CHAPTER an I got over 30 subscribers!?!?!? All of you are the friggin best! Love you all so much!I'm planning on mostly sticking to Gerard/Gwen POV with this and occasionally peeking in on Franks but let me know what you guys want! Hope you guys like this flop of a chapter and as always thank you for reading and such!
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7/11/15