The Invisible Eccdentesiast

The rest of the day went by fast after my encounter with Max. And as I expected once Mateo saw me enter the art class he was bombarding me questions on if I was in trouble, who was the guy getting beat up and was the girl okay. I answered all of them of course telling him everything was going okay and who the guy was. I told him how shaken up Chris (female Chris) was and we both wished for the best with that. The next thing he said caused me to go silent.

"How'd your conversation with Jessie go? I saw you two, along with a few other people, talking in the hallway before I went to class, and also the male Chris told me about it when I was at my locker." I laughed as he said 'the male Chris'.

    "I mean...it happened almost two hours ago, so how much can you think about it in that amount of time? Besides I had better things to talk about with other people."

    I watch as he crooks his eyebrow causing small wrinkles to form in its wake. "And by 'other people' you mean that guy with the shaggy black hair that was pinned against the locker?"

"So how much do you know at this point? I swear it's like you can see everything that happens to me."

Now if this was true, he would be able to see the world through my eyes. To see how I press my thumb against my fingers as I walk past a group of people when I'm by myself. And how dark I see the world. If people saw the world as I saw it and had a look inside my mind I think they would cry. Not cry because of how sad it is but cry because of how many emotions are jumbled up constantly. Any normal person would be overwhelmed but that's just it. I'm not normal. And if anything I'm more exhausted than overwhelmed.

    "Well if you want to know my secrets...I stalk you. I'm a stalker." I laugh at his reply. "No but seriously how do you just become friends with random people in the matter of one conversation? It's ridiculous!"

Like I said before I have many friends but very few fully trusted people. People who I would share my mind with. Not that I have but you get the point.

    "If you ask me, him getting pinned against the locker was some real kinky shit. I didn't know that Peter Scott swung that way. I mean, for a person who constantly calls people gay for painting their nails, wearing eyeliner, or guys hugging other guys, it's kind of hypocritical don't you think?" He had a point. Peter was the kind of kid who just radiated toxic and fragile masculinity.

I'm not one to go below the belt in an argument but at the same time, I'm petty. Meaning if someone goes below the belt in a conversation I'll do the same in return. I have only had one argument with Peter, and that was when I was a freshman. I have always had a body that matured at a faster rate than other girls around me and I knew that was something other people noticed, like my brother's team. The difference between them and Peter is that they had respect for me and didn't point it out to me as if I didn't already know it. And with the respect that they had for me, they never sexualized my body. Whether they didn't do it because they were afraid of my brother spinning their jaws, they definitely learned to respect me after my encounter with Peter Scott at their first game of the season as Sophomores.

    I was there along with Viv, Kaylee, and Mateo, cheering for my brother and the team. Sadly Tyler didn't play because he had gotten sick that week and couldn't make it to the practices. At the end of the game, they crushed the opposing team and that was when Peter came up to me before I got off the bleachers and the rest of the team followed behind except my brother because the coach had pulled him aside to talk about his plays. They were all looking up at us still standing on the field with their helmets off, muttering to Peter how "it wasn't a good idea" which at the time I had no idea what they were talking about. Then he spoke.

    "Hey, Nyx! It was a good game wasn't it?" Peter asked me as the other guys were jabbing him in the side with their elbows.

    "Yeah sure, you guys played well. Wasn't much competition though." I replied leaning over the railing and my friends soon followed my movement.

    "Yeah, I guess so. But don't you think I should get a little gift or be treated to something?" As those words slipped from his mouth he smirked at me while I squinted at him in return. Those in the crowd and on the field soon started to look over at us and listened as it got quieter.

    "Why should you get a gift with the number of selfish plays you made? Jermy was wide open multiple times and yet you wanted to try and be the superstar and go for a touchdown yourself, which you never got." There were a bunch of "oo's" coming from the field and crowd.

    "From what I've heard your legs are always open too, yet you can't ever find someone who can handle those tits and gorgeous ass. I bet I could change that for you." There were more "oo's" from people gathered around us. But his teammates and my friends remained unamused.

    I laughed at him as a smirk grew on my face. "First, I wouldn't sexualize my body like that in an attempt to embarrass me in front of a crowd as though to make me somehow self-conscious. I've dealt with this my whole life and lived in this body my whole life so no need to state the obvious. Second, I'm not into getting an STD from you fucking just about every girl you've seen. And third, from what your ex-girlfriend Bailey said, it's small anyway so there's not much to work with. On top of that, the girls say you've never had good strokes either. I'd never give my virginity to a low-life who body shames any girl who isn't willing to get down and dirty with him." By this point, everyone was laughing and recording as we saw frustration immediately hit him. "Next time you attempt to embarrass me listen to your teammates and have a better plan." Was the last thing I said before I walked down from the bleachers and Mateo charged at him landing a hard punch at the side of Peter's jaw, his body hit the ground as he held it spitting out blood. There was a bunch of yelling after that and that was the first time any of us had ever seen Mateo so angry. That punch got him suspended for a few days and for Peter's inappropriate comments he was suspended from school for a week and a half and benched for the next 4 games. The team made him be the water boy the whole time. While the coaches made him run laps during practices and chores for the team.

I always found it amusing that most males called females "weak" or "easy" and yet, we have the power to dent their egos. So in reality we are the kryptonite and they are "superman". Toxic masculinity has always been an issue from as far back as the history books go. The women stayed at home in the kitchen, watching the kids, and were only there to birth children for the man. And the men worked and provided for the family. That has changed. Now men find women as threats when they are better at a job than they are. The males of this world have sensitive egos. That's for sure.