Confronting Weakness

The Femboy in my Class - Chapter 1 There was nothing I hated more than

weakness. People who wore it like a badge of honor, flaunting it for

the world to see. And Malik? Malik was weakness. I hated everything about him.

The way he walked down the hallway in his tight mini skirts and pastel crop tops,

like he was proud of being soft and fragile. The way his hips swayed,

drawing every damn eye in the room. And most of all, the way he looked at me—unflinching,

almost daring me to do something about it. It made my skin crawl.

"Hey, princess," I called out as I spotted him by the lockers, my voice dripping