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But then things got... weird.
First, Dan. His presence suddenly became intrusive. If before, he was just that cool guy who seemed to see right through her, who understood her — or Mark, the real her — now everything had shifted. His gaze was different. More... needy? Desperate? He had lost that confidence that once made him so attractive.
He started searching for her in the crowd. Texting. Waiting by her locker. And the things he said felt almost like begging:
— We both messed up that time, you know? It was just... weird. Can't we drop it already? You've always been Emma, I'm sure of it... You just saw him before I did, yeah. But it was just... stress. You were in shock, but you know it’s impossible. No one can... change gender. That's insane.
— That whole thing... it was a joke. A fantasy. I think we just imagined it. Let's just hang out again, for real this time. No weirdness.
— Forget all that, Emma. I just want you to stop thinking about it.
He said it like he was convincing himself, not her. As if he was trying to force himself to believe that strange story she had told him was nothing but a ridiculous fantasy. That her confession was just some attention-seeking move. And yet, what pissed her off most was that he still looked at her the same way. Like she was just a girl. A girl he wanted.
At first, Emma tried not to react.
But inside, it boiled.
Everything about Dan now felt obsessive, like he was trying to prove a point — no, this wasn't Mark. This was Emma. It had always been Emma. He didn’t even want the truth. He just wanted to see her the way he wanted to.
And it made her furious.
So furious her hands shook.
But Emma didn’t show it anymore. If he wanted her playful, flirty, feminine? Fine. Let him choke on it. She laughed at his comments, tossed witty comebacks. Sometimes she even leaned in close, tilting her head just right, barely brushing his arm when he stood too near.
It drove him crazy. And she was starting to enjoy it.
She became bolder, smiling more often, holding eye contact longer than necessary. It was all a mask — cold, perfect, untouchable.
Then she started flirting with others.
At first, it was just to spite him. Just harmless — a teasing smirk, a few bold comments tossed at Ben during lunch break. But then... then she realized it worked. Dan boiled when he saw her around other guys. And she liked it. Not because she wanted him. She wanted to break him. To see him lose control. To watch that cocky, self-assured Dan come undone.
And then... she took it further.
Maddie.
Yeah, that Maddie. The same one who had mocked her for being "weird." The one who had started the stupid jokes — "Macho Em" and "Crazy Em." But when Dan had stepped in back then... she backed off. Not because she felt bad. She was just scared. Scared of his cold, sharp stare, the way he shut down her taunts without raising his voice.
But Emma knew — fear wasn’t respect.
And now, when she had become... this, when her image demanded attention, when guys froze just watching her walk down the hallway... Maddie didn’t laugh anymore.
But that tension in her eyes? It was still there.
She still hated Emma.
And when Emma approached her that day during break — calm, poised, with that barely-there smile, not challenging but not the least bit shy either — Maddie felt it.
— Nice skirt, — her voice was soft, but that edge — Maddie knew it all too well.
Her brow lifted.
— Is... that sarcasm? — the jab came automatically.
— No, I’m serious, — Emma twirled a strand of hair around her finger, holding Maddie's gaze without flinching. — Oh, and your new manicure? Really fits the vibe.
Something flickered in Maddie's eyes. Hard to place. Curiosity? Or irritation, poorly masked by that fake smile?
— Uh... thanks? — her voice sounded tight.
Emma's smile widened, slow, almost feline.
— You know, I was thinking... Maybe we just got off on the wrong foot. I feel like we have more in common than I thought.
Maddie narrowed her eyes but stayed silent, clearly trying to figure out what the hell was happening.
But one thing was obvious — Emma didn’t look like someone you could bully anymore.