"Hey, did you watch the game last night?"

I roll my eyes and continue doodling in my amazing Johnny The Homicidal Maniac Die-ary, swinging my legs over the edge of the desk. "I'm not a meathead like you, Josh."

Josh just rolls his eyes. "Right, you're a comic book geek."

As if my Die-ary didn't give it away. JTHM is a comic book. An amazing one.

"Anyway, there was this awesome- Holy shit."

I glance up at Josh, raising an eyebrow, but he was staring behind me, at the front of the class. I turn around, curious. What the fuck could derail Josh from his sports talk?

Oh. A new girl, a hot one.

I roll my eyes. She already has a boyfriend- she's wearing one of the football jackets over her dress. I glance at the number and my jaw drops a little. Thirty-two. Cris's number. Shit. Lucky girl.

I glance at Josh again, but he's still just staring, eyes bugging out. He's gay; he should not be having this extreme of a reaction.

I glance back at her again.

Oh. Oh.

"Holy shit," I mutter, stunned, eyes widening.

The guy- Cris Sanchez, our school's varsity quarterback, and the thrice voted sexiest student at Mission High School- smirks at the class and raises one finger tipped with a hot pink fake nail to his long black braids, spinning one around the long digit.

"What's up, people?"

"Oh my god," Josh says, gaping.

I can't roll my eyes again though; I'm as shocked as he is.

Cris grins as one of his football buddies comes in and starts laughing.

"Man, I can't believe you actually did it," Trevor says, slapping Cris's back.

Cris just shrugs, pushing his long braids out of his face. "A bet's a bet, man."

Trevor just laughs and drops into his seat, pulling Cris to sit in the seat next to him.

I snap my mouth shut and spin back around on the desk, smacking Josh's head and palming his jaw in my hand. I lean down and snap softly, "Hey, face front."

His face snaps back to its normal expression and he stops leaning around me. I cross my fingers and pray neither Cris nor Trevor noticed our attention.

No such luck.

"Hey, the fags seem to really dig the outfit," Trevor crows.

Cris laughs.

Josh flushes and my hands tighten around my notebook, already guessing what's coming next.

"I bet those two dress up in outfits like this all the time."

Only Cris would try and make fun of us while in drag. What the fuck, man? If I had homeboys, I'd beat down Cris and Trevor.

Unfortunately, I don't; I only have Josh. Who, despite the fact that he's a nationally ranked kick boxer and probably could beat both down, has no confidence and no backbone. He's about as comfortable with his sexuality as those two are. Psh. Homophobes, the lot of them.

One of my parents, on the other hand, is a drag queen, and him and my mom adopted me as a very small baby because I "looked gay." I was doomed from the start.

Josh sinks down into his seat and flushes, practically affirming their words. Although he doesn't. He's really a very manly person. I'm the one who dresses in drag. My drag mommy has been holding me down and shoving me into skirts since I was kid. It's kinda fun although I look really silly. Cris doesn't though.

I open my mouth to say something of the kind, but Josh elbows me. I cheerfully smack him back, spin on the desk, folding my legs up and wrapping my arms around them, and say, "Only sometimes. I don't look nearly as sexy as Cris does though." I turn all my attention to the football star currently done up in drag. "It really suits you, baby. Very convincing." I spin back around.

Josh just sighs and lets his head fall into his hands. We're gonna get a beat down later. Josh won't defend himself, saying it will just bring more trouble, and I'm incapable so we're really gonna get beaten.

I sneak a glance over my shoulder and sure enough, both are gawking at me, Cris bright red.

So worth it.

As I watch though, both start to turn red and then purple, like the stereotypical angry people in books or cartoons. Awesome.

"Fury is, like, pouring off of them in waves," I mutter to Josh. "Like, tangible ones."

Josh just laughs, but not like anything is funny. His head in still in his hands. "You have a death wish."

I get that a lot. I don't know why. I just refuse to back down and let people walk all over me. If I have a comment I deem worthy, I say it. I should be a standup comedian dammit, not attacked for my genius.

But alas, being misunderstood is the fate of all true geniuses.

"You little shit head," snaps Cris. "As soon as we're out of here for the day, I am going to kill you."

Yeah, I'm really misunderstood.

"Mister Sanchez!"

We all turn to look. It's the teacher, standing in the door, looking scandalized. I guess death threats are sort of scandalous. Heh. "Scandalous," I whisper to Josh like the valley girl I am.

He just sighs at me.

"Mister Sanchez," Miss Walker repeats. "Did I just hear correctly? Did you just threaten to kill Mister Pierce?"

"No, Miss Walker," Cris says hurriedly. "You misunderstood."

Miss Walker raises an eyebrow. "I distinctly heard you tell Mister Pierce that you were going to kill him. We have very strict rules here about threats and bullying Mister Sanchez."

Ah shit. I don't like Sanchez and would sort of love to see him get expelled or suspended but I can't be the reason. I'm a nice person. And I don't want 'snitch' piled on top of 'geek' and 'fag.'

Cris mumbles something unintelligible.

"What was that Mister Sanchez?"

"I didn't me-"

Didn't mean it? Really? Idiot.

"World of Warcraft," I say cheerfully, looking over my shoulder at her. "So, yeah, he just threatened to kill me, but online."

The teacher stares at me for a long moment. "Is that true Mister Sanchez? You were referring to playing… World of Warcraft with Mister Pierce?"

God, she's scary.

Luckily, Cris nods quickly.

"Okay, fine then."

She goes to her desk and sits down. "Pierce, I need to talk to you after class."

I nod and she starts the lesson. It takes me a bit to realize she didn't react to Cris's clothes at all. Awesome.

My drag mommy would hate her though. He kinda loves attention.

Miss Walker's lecture on whatever sciencey topic she's lecturing about today goes unheard as time zips by and distinctly manly legs in stilettos begin to take form in my Die-Ary.

I only get up when the last of the students trail out. I shove my worn notebook into my bag and walk up to Miss Walker's desk. She looks up at me and I stare back until she clears her throat. "Pierce, we both know you lied to me."

I smile widely. "Nope. He just doesn't know the lingo yet because he's a noob. You missed the part where I said, 'I will whip your ass like a Death Knight with a Dancing Rune Weapon.'"

Miss Walker sighs. "You don't have to put up with their bullying, you know."

"Oh, I don't get bullied and even if I did, it wouldn't bother me," I say cheerfully. "'I'm here, I'm queer, deal with it' and all that jazz." I turn to go hurry out, letting the door swing shut behind me, biting my lip a little. Maybe I should have mentioned Josh's problems; teachers just don't seem to think he'd have problems with bullying- he's shorter than me, but he's tan and muscley and well groomed. I am not. I'm tall and skinny and pale.

Josh is waiting for me outside, slumped against the wall.

I grin as he straightens up.

"What happened?"

"I threw geek speak at her and she let it go."

He snorts and picks up his backpack. "Whatever, you should have let him get suspended."

I grin and throw an arm over his shoulders. "Ah, but he looks so pretty in that skirt."

"Spaz."

I smile and lean over to kiss him on the cheek, ignoring his swat and glare. He's fun to kiss, okay? Bite me.

I glance up at the sound of a whistle and wave at Claire, everybody's favorite faghag. Okay, my favorite faghag.

She bounces up, pulling out her cellphone. "Wanna do that again, Chekhov?"

I grin at her. "Only if you pay me, Uhura."

She smiles cheekily and hooks onto Josh's free arm. "So, I was thinking you two could come over to my house and we could have a movie marathon for the night."

"'Kay," Josh says instantly. Jerk. He never says yes to me right away. Sometimes, I think he must be bisexual and have a crush on Claire or something. They get along way too well.

She looks expectantly at me.

"Only if I can go home and get my laptop first."

She sighs. "Fine, fine. Ignore us and cyber with your internet boyfriend."

I just roll my eyes. "Yes, because I can't possibly really spend four hours playing internet games. I must be cybering with a girl pretending to be a boy."

"I was just saying a guy, but…"

"Every gay guy on the internet is really just a faghag and you know it."

"Except for you."

"Oh honey, online, I pretend to be a lesbian."

"Hot."

"Right?"

"You two are weird."

We just smirk at him.

"Hey, Pierce!"

I glance around and find Cris, still in that ridiculously short skirt and black tights.

Ah shit, he's pissed too. I'm gonna get shanked. And here I thought I might get brownie points. Oh well. +10 to bravery.

"'Sup?"

I hear Josh's sigh and just smile faintly. Yeah, sometimes I need to learn to shut it, but its more fun this way.

"Warcraft?" he asks snidely. "You really are a geek." He turns and walks away.

Oh, that's it? He's gonna settle for calling me a geek because I saved his ass? Smexy. We could move in together now. My last- and only, although I don't like admitting it- boyfriend called me a geek continuously. And I called him a meathead. Much like I do with Josh, actually. But…that's different.

"Anyhoo," I say cheerfully, pulling Josh towards my locker. "We're out of school for the day. Let's go to Claire's."

Josh snorts and throws my arm off of him. "I have practice," he reminds me. "Like I do every day."

Oh. Right. Three hours a day, to keep that national kickboxing rank. Hm, maybe I should spend a little less time on my computer and a little more interacting with these two.

Oh well.

I shrug and wrap my arm around Claire. "Fine then. Abandon us like poor, poor Perdita's father did. You'll just get eaten by a bear like Antigonus." I stick out my tongue and turn.

I know Josh is just rolling his eyes, either knowing or not caring what I'm talking about, but Claire bites. "The fuck is that from?"

I grin. Yes, I still have one sucker to rant at. "Shakespeare," I say brusquely, "from The Winter's Tale. You know, the state of-"

"Teenager's minds today, blah blah blah. Got it. Let's go and rot our teenage minds more with old horror movies."

"Okay."