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My Second Chance Part 2

Ever since Blake transformed into Alexis, the mornings have been hectic and wild. Steve’s been doing his best to stay out of it as Amy tries to mold Alex into the image of a perfect teenage girl.

Something he never thought he’d have to do when his son was born, but he can’t help but smile as he watches his wife Amy fight hard to teach their now daughter, a new morning routine.

Sitting at the kitchen table, nursing his bacon and eggs, Steve sees Alex lurking just outside the kitchen

“Alex…?” Steve says, leaning to look around to see what Alex is doing. “Are you ok?”

“F-fine…,” Alex answers, seemingly a little nervous.

“I made you oatmeal,” Steve says, trying to see why his daughter is hiding from his line of sight.

“Yuk,” Alex replies, looking down at her feet as she steps into view. Her hair is styled and her uniform is neat and proper. Even Alex’s light makeup looks professional.

Steven looks at his daughter's dejected body language and wonders what's wrong. He didn’t hear any arguments this morning, so as far as he knows everything should be fine.

“You ok?” Steve asks.

Alex doesn’t say anything, she just points down at her uniform. More specifically at the skirt she’s wearing.

Steve quickly understands what Alex is worried about. “Oh…,” he says, giving her a comforting smile. “Finally wearing the correct uniform…huh? Looks very smart.”

“Smart…?” Alex questions with a huff, looking down at herself. “I feel exposed!”

Steve scoffs. “So you’ve got a little leg showing. How is that any different from wearing shorts?”

“Very different, Dad!” Alex protests, scurrying over to her father at the table.

Looking back to make sure her mom is not in earshot, Alex leans in towards her father to whisper in his ear. “Do you think Mom would be mad if I changed back into my pants?”

Steven chuckles and Alex responds with a dirty look.

“It’s not funny,” Alex whispers, glaring at her father with a pouty face. “At any point today….someone could look up there and see….see my…y’know.”

“So what if they do?” Steve replies, sarcastically smiling at his daughter, trying to wind her up. “Gives the boys something to talk about!”

“DAD!?” Alex screeches, stamping a foot. “That’s so not funny! I don’t know why I’m even trying to talk to you about this. I thought you’d understand why wearing stuff like this makes me so uncomfortable!”

“I do understand Alex!” Steven replies with a grin, watching his daughter throwing a tantrum in front of him. “I’m only playing with you! I promise it won’t seem so strange once you get to school and all the other girls are wearing exactly the same uniform.”

Alex pouts some more and looks away. “Even the buttons on my shirt are backward”

“You’ll get used to it,” Steven says, pointing at Alex’s seat at the table. “Now, If you’re done—you’re oatmeal is ready.”

Alex reluctantly pulls out her seat and the feet scrape on the floor. Huffing as she has to flatten down her skirt to sit, she looks down at the bowl in front of her in disgust. Lifting the spoon to allow the oatmeal to fall from it, she lets out a long sigh.

“Why have I gotta eat this stuff, Dad?” Alex asks, dropping the spoon back into the bowl. “I don’t see why I can’t have a cooked breakfast. I mean, Mom won’t even let me eat cereal either!”

Steve looks up from his coffee nervously, hoping that his wife hasn’t heard.

“Are you trying to get us both in trouble,” Steve whispers. “Y’know she thinks that’s the perfect breakfast for a growing teenage girl. Just bare with it for now. Once we all get used to you being a girl, the shine will wear off and she will move on to another obsession.”

“You think so?” Alex asks, forcing a smile as she picks up the spoon again.

“I know so,” Steven answers with a big grin. “I’ve been married to your Mom for years. She’s a passionate woman. Sometimes that leads her to be a little over the top, but I love her for that.”

“Can I have some of your bacon?” Alex asks, reaching over to Steve’s plate with a cheeky smile.

“Fine,” Steve replies, pushing his plate toward his daughter. “Just don’t tell your mom…ok?”

“You’re the best!” Alex says, swiftly stuffing a single rasher into her mouth.

Leaning back in his chair, Steve watches his daughter chomp and chew vigorously. Like she’s never been fed.

“So, tell me,” he says, causing Alex to stop chewing. “Why is it that this morning you’re worried about wearing a skirt, but this weekend you wore a dress without issue. Is there something you want to tell me, Alex?”

Alex rolls her eyes and then swallows down the bacon. Giving her father a smile, she shakes her head.

“I just don’t wanna wear a skirt to school.”

“Yet a dress over the weekend is fine?” Steve replies, pressing his daughter for the truth.

“Oh…I guess I’m just a little nervous about today,” Alex admits, brushing hair behind one ear. “Lia, my new friend is not at school today and that means I’ve got no one to hang with. Not only that, but I’m also really worried about wearing a skirt to school too. Still doesn’t feel right—I keep thinking the other kids are going to make fun of me.”

“I see…,” Steven replies, trying to think of some advice he can give her. “How come you made friends with this Lia so quickly but not others?

“She’s also new to the school and because we are saying I’m a new transfer too, we kinda had a reason to bond with each other.”

Alex scratches her head and pouts.

“I feel more comfortable around boys, but they go all shy around me because I’m a girl now. When I try and hang around with girls in my class, I just feel so out of place.”

“Why is that?”

“Erm….,” Alex ponders, blushing and looking away. “The girls always end up talking about boys. I don’t even know how to feel about boys, let alone having to talk about them.”

“Boys?” Steven asks, almost choking on the food he’s eating. “I’m not ready for you to start bringing boys home!”

Alex goes extremely red and can’t even look her dad in the eye. Her shoulders sag and she looks very uncomfortable.

“Morning sweeties!” Amy says, breezing into the kitchen like a breath of fresh air. “What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing!” Alex swiftly answers, still blushing.

“Alex was just telling me she’d like to choose her own breakfast in the morning,” Steve says, trying to draw Amy’s attention away from Alex’s blushing face.

Later on that day……

Alex stands in the food line and is constantly pulling down the rim of her skirt. She’s trying to ensure it covers as much of her legs as possible. Anxiously looking around, she keeps thinking everyone is talking about her.

“I miss Lia…” Alex whispers to herself, moving closer to the food service counters.

Reaching the kitchen staff, Alex doesn’t really pay attention to what she’s asking for. She is just so worried that everyone is looking at her, judging her for what she is wearing. Her expectation is that at any moment, someone is going to point out that boys don’t wear skirts.

As she comes out of the line at the other end, she looks down at the random food slapped on the tray. She groans at the selection, but that’s the least of her worries.

Alex looks up at the crowded lunch hall and the crippling anxiety of where to sit kicks in. She can’t go sit with her old friends, as they don’t really recognize her anymore and Lia is off school

Stepping down the middle aisle between the tables, Alex allows her hair to fall in front of her face, hoping the other kids won’t notice her.

“Oi Skank!” An up-tight voice calls, causing Alex to look around. “Your Mommy finally stood on enough street corners to buy you a skirt then!?”

“Huh…?” Alex replies stunned at the girl’s attitude.

Glaring in her direction is Marissa. A blonde bombshell that’s one of the cheerleaders at the school. Alex has never spoken to her, so is at first confused, thinking she’s talking to someone else.

Marissa plays with her golden long hair as she looks Alex up and down, making it very obvious that she’s talking to her. Pulling a face of disgust, Marissa looks at her friends, then scoffs.

“You heard me,” she says, grinning as the girls next to her giggle. “Glad you’ve finally decided that you’re a girl. Although, you might as well continue pretending to be a boy—look at that flat chest!”

Still holding her food tray, Alex starts shaking as she can’t help but look down at her chest.

“Awww,” Marrissa continues with an insulting tone. “Is that why you wanna be on the soccer team—cos you look like a boy?”

Alex doesn’t know what to say. Her heart starts beating like crazy as she looks around to see everyone staring directly at her.

“Look at your hair!” Marrissa squeals, laughing and pointing up at Alex’s blue hair. “It’s so greasy and gross. How can you even live with yourself?”

Alex reaches up and grabs a little of her hair. She doesn’t think it’s greasy. Her mom has been making her wash it every other night.

“We’ve all seen you,” Marissa says with a snidey tone, turning up her nose. “Trying to act like you’re the prettiest girl at school. Strutting around on that soccer pitch like you’re the best thing ever!”

Alex is confused. She doesn’t think that at all! “Strutting?” Alex asks timidly.

“What was that?” Marissa asks rudely, putting a hand to her ear to try and intimidate Alex. “What did you say…. skank?”

Feeling the sweat roll down her face, Alex is very aware that everyone is staring. She can’t understand why Marissa is singling her out.

“I er…,” Alex mumbles, nervously shaking as she stares at the floor.

“Don’t cross me,” Marissa snarls, standing up from the lunch bench.

Stepping over to stand directly in front of Alex, Marissa lifts some of Alex’s blue hair and shivers when she touches it.

“Gross!” she sneers. “If you think we are going to cheer for you on the soccer team you’ve got another thing coming. We don’t cheer for skanks like you—do we, girls?”

As the other girls on Marissa’s table agree and giggle. Alex feels the tears welling up behind her eyes, but is desperately holding them back, not wanting to cry in front of most of the school.

“What's a matter…skank?” Marissa says, prodding Alex’s shoulder. “You…going to cry?”

Alex begins to blub. Her shoulders begin to bounce as she whimpers, thinking about the nasty things Marissa has said. She can’t hold it back any longer!

Feeling a single tear begins to roll down her face, all Alex can think is to throw down her food and sprint for the exit. Fear, however, stops that from happening. Alex just stands frozen on the spot, looking down at the floor.

“Hey Marissa,” A boy calls out over the noise of the lunch hall, shuffling over towards them. “Leave her alone!”

“Shut up you ugly nobody nerd!” Marissa hisses, stepping away from Alex as the boy approaches them from the side.

Alex wants to look up to see who it is, but doesn’t want others to see the tears in her eyes. The boy does sound somewhat familiar, but Alex is so worked up, she can’t think straight.

“Just leave her alone Marissa,” the boy continues. “She’s not done anything to you.”

“Look at this ugly little Nerd!” Marissa says harshly, mocking the boy as her friends start giggling in support. “Who are you to come over here and talk to me? Girls with junk like mine, don’t talk to boys with faces like yours.”

The Marissa fan girls burst into laughter as Alex, still looking at the floor, see’s the dirty sneakers of the boy standing next to her.

“You ok..?” The boy asks gently, comforting Alex lightly on the shoulder.

Alex doesn't answer, she just shakes her head and tries desperately to hold in tears.

“Nerd!” Marissa shoves the boy. “Don’t you ignore me!”

Extremely curious, Alex quickly glances up at the boy and she recognizes him. It’s Luke, a boy she was kinda friendly with when she was still a boy. They’d occasionally play online together through other friends.

Luke starts steering Alex away from the situation. Using one hand on her shoulder, Luke guides Alex away from Marissa’s table.

“Come sit with me,” Luke whispers, causing Alex to finally burst out into tears, due to his kindness.

“Yeah, go away!” Marissa jeers. “Nerd and skank. Match made in heaven!”

“Don’t listen,” Luke whispers again, leading Alex away as she sobs uncontrollably.

Slowly, Luke leads Alex to the other side of the dinner hall. Alex is extremely embarrassed and upset by the whole situation. Not only is she crying, but she’s physically shaking.

“Don’t drown in her greasy hair!” Marissa shouts, eager to get in another insult as Luke turns Alex around a corner and out of view.

As some in the dinner hall laugh at Marissa’s nasty comments, Luke sits Alex down on an empty lunch bench around the corner, away from everyone. Alex is so confused, angry, and upset, she can barely see through the tears streaming from her eyes.

Almost throwing her food tray onto the table, Alex sinks into the chair and begins to gently sob. Thankfully for her, the table is empty and barely anyone is around to see her crying.

Luke wants to comfort Alex by hugging her, but he’s too nervous to take that step. He can’t even bring himself to pat her on the back. He just looks around the room and wonders what he could say to make it better.

“Bitch,” Luke says jokingly, sitting down next to Alex. “She’s always like this with the new girls. Especially ones the boys show interest in.”

“W-what…?” Alex asks, all high-pitched and upset.

“Marrisa is a stuck-up bitch. She can’t deal with it when other girls are the talk of the school,” Luke explains. “You’re name’s Alex…right?”

“Y-yeah,” Alex nods, wiping tears away.

“I knew your half-brother,” Luke says proudly. “We used to play online together. Kinda weird that he just moved away like he did!”

“W-why is she picking on me?” Alex emotionally questions, still trying to get her head around what just happened. “I don’t understand what I’ve done, for her to wanna treat me like that!?”

Alex looks up at Luke, her eyes bloodshot and watering. Alex wants an answer. She just doesn’t understand why she said those nasty things.

“Try not to worry about it,” Luke replies, giving Alex a comforting smile. “She’s just jealous that some of the boys in the school have been talking about you and not her.”

“Is it…,” Alex touches her long blue hair and starts crying again. “really G-greasy?”

“No,” Luke instantly answers. “Maybe we should talk about something else to take your mind off it. Erm…how is Blake? Is he enjoying Australia?”

“B-blake..?” Alex asks, vacantly staring and not really listening.

“We weren’t best friends or anything,” Luke continues. “But we used to be pretty good together on team death match. I messaged him the other day, but I got no answer. It’s like he’s fallen off the face of the earth.”

Unable to think straight, Alex really doesn’t want to answer such questions. Her mom had made it very clear that she is to avoid answering anything about her former self.

“I dunno,” Alex flippantly replies, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “I don’t really wanna talk about that. I should go and fix my makeup. I’m sure it’s all down my face now.”

“That’s cool,” Luke says, nodding his head, still unsure what else to say.

“What's her problem!” Alex asks, still focusing on Marissa with gritted teeth. “She never had any issues with me before!”

“Before?” Luke questions, narrowing his eyes. “You’ve only just moved to this school….”

“Oh…erm,” Alex mumbles in reply, looking nervously down at the table.

“Don’t worry about her!” Luke says confidently, causing Alex to look up at his energy.

Luke goes a little red and scratches the back of his head. “I mean, they are probably going to pick on me now. Argh…..that’s what I get for coming over to save you.”

“I didn’t ask you to come over…!” Alex furiously protests, feeling frustrated that he thinks she needs looking after.

Panicked by Alex’s unhappy and angry expression, Luke begins to stutter nervously. “I-I…d-didn’t m-mean…it like that!”

Alex wipes the last tears from her eyes and frowns. “Well, what did you mean? I was just really surprised at how nasty she was being to me…I didn’t need your help!”

“You looked like you were about to cry, Alex!” Luke says, trying to act all chivalrous. “My old man has always taught me to try and help pretty girls in trouble!”

“God….,” Alex replies, blowing a raspberry as she looks away from Luke. “You think I’m….pretty?”

An awkward silence for a moment as Alex continues to look away from Luke. Alex can feel her face going red. She really doesn’t know how to feel about that last comment.

Luke clears his throat. “Y-yeah…pretty.”

“Shut up!” Alex instantly answers, pushing Luke away. “That’s so gay!”

“How is that gay?” Luke asks sarcastically. “You may have worn a boy's uniform for the first few days here, but you’re deffo not a boy!”

Alex turns back and gives Luke the cheekiest smile. “Are you sure about that?”

Luke gives Alex a smile back before he nervously chuckles. “You’re so weird!”

“I am….am I?” Alex grins.

“Yeah…!” Luke replies in laughter, pointing at the food Alex has on her food tray. “Most of the girls don’t choose shepherd's pie for lunch. Look you're even washing that down with chocolate milk. That’s a little strange.”

Alex looks at the slop on her tray and giggles. She really wasn’t paying attention! She was just so paranoid everyone was looking at her, and she just took whatever was given.

Luke picks up Alex’s fork and prods at the mashed potato. “Do you even like this stuff? Is it like a sports diet or something?”

“Nah……,” Alex laughs, pushing the tray away. “Y’know…I’m not even hungry.”

“Don’t you have practice after school?” Luke asks.

“I do…,” Alex answers, giving Luke a curious look. “How do you know that?”

“I’m not stalking you!” Luke replies, throwing his hands up innocently. “Can you keep a secret?”

Alex frowns again. She’s worried about where this is going! She doesn’t wanna hear that Luke has a crush on her or something!

“Do you know my friend Dean?” Luke asks.

“Yeah, I know of him.”

“You do?” Luke says, looking surprised. “He’s going to be thrilled the new girl knows him. Although, Have you even spoken to him before??”

“What about him?” Alex asks impatiently.

“He erm….,” Luke looks around, making sure no one is listening. “He’s got a huge crush on your friend Lia. He wants to go watch your soccer team practice after school.”

“Oh….,” Alex smiles.

“She’s not here today though…is she?”

“Nope…,” Alex replies with a shake of her head. “She’s my only friend here too. No one else really wants to talk to me for some reason.”

“Not surprising,” Luke answers, staring down at the table in reflection. “The girls probably see you as a threat. You’re cute, smart, and athletic. The boys, that aren’t giga chads, are probably all too nervous to come and talk to you.”

“Shut up Luke!” Alex protests again, pushing Luke away embarrassed. “Stop saying things like that to me.”

Another awkward silence falls over the pair, as Alex's belly starts to rumble.

“Argh,” she complains, clutching her stomach. “I am kinda hungry. Really wish I’d paid more attention!”

“You wanna come sit with me and my friends?” Luke asks, pointing back into the main lunch hall. “I’ve got a slice of pizza you can have.”

“Pizza?”

“Yeah,” Luke smiles. “If weirdo’s like you even eat pizza.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah!” Luke grins wider. “What are friends for?”

“Friends?” Alex blushes.

“Yeah!” Luke stands and reaches out a hand for Alex to take hold. “Come meet my friends.”

“S-sure,” Alex replies, taking hold of his hand to get up from the table. “I hope they like me.”

Luke starts pulling Alex towards the main lunch hall. “Oh don’t worry, they will! A girl joining our group is going to be massive!”