He crawled to his feet, looking for a fight. Tayla pressed her hand to the center of his chest. “Really?” she asked. Coy trembled. “Maybe you need to see the nurse,” Mac suggested. Coy looked around the room. Even his followers refused to back him up. “Cunts,” he said and left. Everyone stared at me. I hated it when everyone stared at me. “The dyke strikes back,” Tayla said. She smiled and sat in her chair. I could see the pride in her eyes. I felt sick. Still, it was nice to be in charge for a change.
Episode Voices and faces bubbled out of the paint on the walls. They were angry faces and their words scraped the flesh from my nerves. I shivered and closed my eyes and hoped no one noticed that today, right now, I was crazier than usual. Tayla cut her eyes to me off and on. She watched me, and I tried to hide my madness. I guess it didn’t work. Halfway through class, Tayla slipped me a note. You okay? I closed my eyes. “Butter?” she whispered. “No.” “Is it bad?” I shook my head. “Butter?” “I can’t.” “Baby,” she said. “You’re gonna be okay.” “No.” “I’m right here,” Tayla said. She put one hand on my wrist and normally that would have been great, but this time, this time my bones exploded. I imagined little shards punching through my skin and I started sweating and shaking and I was going to puke. I moaned and jerked. Tayla knelt and tried to see my eyes. My head filled with glass and too much light. “Baby?” Tayla asked. Slowly, things settled. Light returned. The visions faded. I turned to Tayla and kissed her thin lips. It took a moment, but I smiled, and she smiled. Slowly, trying not to scare me, she gripped my hair. “I love you,” she said.