Prodigal

~3.4~

“What?” Both Jeffery and I scoffed.

I took a closer look at Ethan. I noticed his dark, almost black hair that fell in an early 2010s Justin Bieber way, and realized he was the same guy that called Jeffery a fag right after the game.

“I’m not gay.” Jeffery said.

“Yeah, Jeffery is with me.” I clarified.

“Exactly.” Ethan said, and there was a dumbfounded silence that followed.

“Jeffery is a guy.” I said. “And I’m a girl. That makes us both straight.”

“Right,” Ethan said, “But you’re not really a girl.”

“Excuse you?” I snapped. “What do you mean I’m not really a girl?”

“Like, I know you wear girls’ clothes and stuff,” Ethan said, making himself sound stupider and stupider with every word he said, “But just because you wear makeup doesn’t mean you’re a girl. Like, you still have a dick, right?”

“Dude.” Jeffery said to Ethan, with a tone that warned him to

“I was assigned a male body, yes,” I clarified, “But that doesn’t mean that I’m not a girl just like any other girl at this party.”

“Dude I’m not bashing you.” Ethan said. “I don’t care if you want to wear girls’ clothes, I don’t care if two dudes want to date each other, so why are you getting angry with me?”

“Because I’m not a dude!” I snapped.

“Whatever.” Ethan said.

After the heat of the conversation had ended, I felt my anger and frustration quickly turn into sadness, and I decided I had to get out of there.

“Emelia, where are you going?” Jeffery asked as I got up off his lap to leave.

For some reason, I kept hearing Ethan’s voice in my head, calling me a dude.

“Away from this bitch.” I answered, referring to Ethan.

Notes

So here we have Ethan, a character that feels like he's totally LGBTQ+ accepting even though he is uneducated, ignorant, and frankly a jerk.

I'm officially on easter break woo! Now I just have like three huge ass final projects to do! :O