Key swore that life sometimes just couldn't get worse. School was becoming hectic, and with the thoughts of graduation approaching, he wasn't sure how he'd be able to juggle all of his classes at once. Not to mention, his peers at school were giving him more and more trouble, though only the dimwitted ones...the majority of the student body had come to terms with Key's lifestyle choice and simply ignored him, which was, admittedly, a lot better than being bullied.
Aside from his best friend Nicole, Key didn't have many close pals. There was the occasional acquaintance he'd offhandedly converse with, but other than that, no one at his school showed a real interest.
Key didn't mind, though. He preferred more intelligent conversation, anyway, and the only way he found that was outside of school. Even so, some
people were still pretty moronic despite not being in his high school, for example, the man behind the cafe counter right now who was fixing him a latte. He was giving Key flirty eyes the entire time and making useless small talk that the high schooler didn't appreciate. Wordlessly, he paid, offering a fake smile to the man before turning on his heel, heading toward his favorite booth. A man like that was not worth his time. Key was certain that the moment the guy found out Key himself was a guy, he'd be out of his life for good. No use in aimlessly getting attached.
Key took a seat with a sigh, running his fingers through the long, curly wig perched on his head. His curls spilled over his shoulders, over his floral-print, frilly blouse. He rummaged through his bag for a while before seeking out his laptop, setting it before him on the table. Opening it, he took a sip of his large hot latte, humming lowly at the nice taste. It warmed him up, and he was pretty cold considering it was already autumn. He opened up one of the essays he was set to write for his class, flexing his fingers before he began to type.
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