Different But Unique

TW's:
-Transphobic/disrespect pronouns
-Homophobia

George's POV

I wasn't happy the whole day, though I was happy about Clay being so sweet and just overall being my boyfriend, but I just couldn't do it. I was way too scared for him figuring out that I was transgender and I really didn't want him to leave me. I also felt bad for lying to him and hiding things. He was so happy and I was just lying all the time.

Clay had been swimming all day and he was very happy and energetic. He constantly came back to the edge to give me kisses and he started swimming after that again.

That evening I went home with tears rolling down my face. I couldn't invite Clay over to my place because my grandparents gave me a whole speech about how mean I was for lying, about how "grossly" gay Clay was and that I was still just a girl. They told me they would tell Clay that I was a girl when they saw him again, so Clay couldn't come to my place again.

Two days later, on Monday, I went to music class again and sat down in a chair, staring at my hands in complete sadness. I was actually so sad that I didn't know how to deal with it anymore. I felt alone even though I had an amazing boyfriend.

Everyone was in the class already, but Clay. We were used to it that Clay came at least fifteen minutes too late everyday, but it was fine for the teacher. He just let us talk for a little and I looked at one of the mean girls turning around.

'Hey Georgia.'

'My name is George,' I muttered, fighting against my tears. I was breaking, I was genuinely breaking at this point.

'Are you even a boy?'

My face heated up and I looked at her. 'Why wouldn't I be?'

She grinned and looked down at my sweats. I immediately leaned forwards lifted my knees up. 'Why are you looking at me?'

'I just have the feeling you're not even a boy.'

'I'm a boy,' I whispered.

'Shut up,' Sapnap now said. 'He's a boy and it doesn't matter what he was or has always been. Even if he would have been a girl, he's a boy now.'

'Pfft, no. If you are born as a girl, you'll be one forever.'

That was just too much for me, I couldn't handle it anymore and I jumped up. 'I'M A FREAKING BOY, JUST SHUT THE HELL UP.'

I ran away and I smashed the door behind me as I ran into Clay.

'GEORGIE!' he yelled. 'Why are you here?'

'Leave me alone, please.'

'Have I done something wrong?' he muttered with a sad face.

'No, it's just- I need time alone. Please.'

'That's fine, when are you going to come back? I love you and I have missed you.'

'People are just mean to me and I don't want it anymore.'

'MEAN? WHO?'

'Those dumb arseholes in music class.'

'I will punch them without any doubt. They can't be mean to my boyfriend.'

'Just leave it.'

'What did they do?'

I could better just tell him myself instead of having them tell him and I took a deep breath. 'They are just annoying, they call me a girl.'

'A girl? You're the most handsome boy I have ever seen. You would be a pretty girl though.'

'I don't want to be a girl, I don't want to be compared with girls. I'm a boy and I'm done being called a girl for some reason.'

'You're a boy and you're my boyfriend,' Clay said with a smile on his face, he grabbed my hand and kissed it. 'Come back, I will tell them you're a boy.'

'I'm just sick of it.'

'I will try and stop them.'

I nodded slowly and Clay grabbed my hand, walking back inside with me. 'HELLO,' he screamed. 'I WANT YOU TO STOP BEING MEAN TO MY BOYFRIEND.'

'Boyfriend? You have a girlfriend, Clay.'

'I don't, he calls himself a boy so in whatever situation we are living in, he's a boy.'

'That's what you think. It's disgusting either way, it's either a gay relationship or a girl who thinks she's a boy.'

'George is a boy and yes, we are gay. I love my BOYfriend, he's cute,' Clay said and he hugged me.

'Just stop,' I whispered.

'Why are you so affected by us calling you a girl if you're not?'

'Because I'm a boy and I like being a boy. It's just not fun to have someone look at you in private places and then call you a girl after.'

'HOW DARE YOU LOOK AT MY BOYFRIEND,' Clay yelled as he jumped up and down. 'MY BOYFRIEND, NOT YOURS. You're jealous aren't you?'

'Jealous? Of what?'

'That he is the prettiest boy you will ever see, but he's taken. You are jealous that Georgie is my Georgie and not yours, you are jealous that I get to kiss Georgie and you don't. Georgie is my Georgie and Georgie will be my Georgie forever.'

I blushed and I looked at my hands, Clay grabbed my hand and he smiled. 'Georgie is mine and I will protect him. Now Georgie is going to sit down with me and we are going to listen to the teacher.'

I smiled shyly and I sat down with Clay. He was holding my hand and the teacher smiled at us. 'Please, we are going to keep calling George a boy and by his name George. I don't tolerate any homophobic behaviour here and George and Clay can just be together, as boyfriends or not.'

'Thanks,' I muttered and Clay cuddled up with me.

'I love you, Georgie. I love you no matter what and I'm really proud to be your boyfriend. Do you love me too?'

'I love you a lot,' I whispered back.

I stared at my hands after that and felt the guilt coming up again. I was just lying to him, he loved me a lot and I kept lying, I was a terrible person.

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