Four

TYLER

As the warm water cascaded down my tired muscles, I relished in the tranquility of the moment. The rhythmic pattern of droplets echoed in the bathroom, creating a soothing melody that drowned out the noises of the outside world. With my eyes shut and my mind in a peaceful state, I allowed myself a moment's respite from the demands of the day.

As the water continued to cleanse me physically, I felt a gentle sensation of renewal filling my mind and soul. Each droplet carried away not only the sweat from my workout but also the weight of the day's worries and anxieties. The water became a conduit of release, a symbol of my ability to shed the burdens that weighed me down.

With each passing second, I felt rejuvenated, as if the very essence of who I was was being revitalized beneath the gentle touch of the water's embrace. The aches and pains of the day began to dissipate, replaced by a newfound vigor and determination.

As the cascade transformed into a gentle drizzle, I reluctantly stepped out of the shower, leaving behind the sanctuary that had nurtured my mind and soul. However, the instant the water ceased to envelop me, I carried its essence with me, a constant reminder of the peace and inspiration it had bestowed.

Feeling invigorated, I wrapped myself in a towel and stepped out into the world once more. No longer burdened by the weight of the day, I approached life with a renewed sense of purpose. The shower had cleansed not just my body but also my spirit, leaving me ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, admiring my toned physique, I couldn't help but revel in my own image. Being a dedicated member of our high school soccer team had sculpted my body into an athletic form, reflecting my commitment and hard work. The beads of moisture from the shower glistened on my smooth, taut muscles, adding a touch of allure to the reflection.

Caught up in my moment of self-admiration, I was compelled to share this snapshot of perfection with the world. Retrieving my phone from the counter, I positioned myself carefully, making sure the mirror perfectly captured my physique. With a burst of confidence, I snapped the picture and studied it momentarily before deciding it was worthy of sharing.

Without hesitation, I opened the I*******m app and selected the picture from my camera roll. The filters and captions became secondary as I eagerly hit the 'share' button, allowing my carefully crafted reflection to become a part of the vast social media realm.

I left the bathroom and immediately put on my soft, comfortable pajamas, leaving my upper body shirtless. I had never been a fan of wearing a t-shirt to sleep, unless it was during the frosty winter nights. As I made my way to my cozy bed, I couldn't help but be captivated by the stunning view of the city that lay before me.

Living in a penthouse had its perks, especially being adopted by the wealthy billionaire Hanz Waldorf. He had brought me into his lavish world, ensuring that I never experienced the simplicity of a regular home. And so, in this towering building, I found myself with a breathtaking sight-a panoramic view of the entire city below, adorned with lights that flickered like stars.

The penthouse's tinted glass wall allowed me to gaze outside while providing the privacy and seclusion a suitably luxurious lifestyle would entail. From my vantage point, the city sprawled out before me like a vibrant tapestry. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their illuminated windows cascading light down onto the bustling streets below. The city was alive, with a constant ebb and flow of activity, resembling the City of Lights.

I nestled into my bed, surrounded by the sense of tranquility that this breathtaking sight always brought me. The twinkling lights below seemed to dance, creating a mesmerizing symphony that put me at ease. The rhythm of the city lulled me into a state of peacefulness, as if I were cocooned in a world of serenity and wonder.

I looked at my phone when it suddenly chimed in continuously. I immediately picked it up, my heart racing with anticipation. With trembling fingers, I unlocked the screen and opened I*******m, eager to see what had caused my phone to go into a frenzy. As the app loaded, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness.

My eyes widened as I stared at the screen, taking in the sight before me. My photo, which I had posted just a few minutes ago, was flooded with likes and comments. I scrolled through the notifications, feeling a sense of pride with every new interaction. But amidst the sea of names, one stood out like a lighthouse in the darkness.

Miles liked my post.

A smile spread across my face, causing my cheeks to ache with joy. Miles was the epitome of cool, at least to me, and his approval meant a lot to me. I couldn't believe that he had actually taken notice of my photo. It was a small victory, but it felt like an immense accomplishment.

Unable to contain my happiness, I threw myself back onto my bed, burying my face in the soft pillow. Waves of euphoria washed over me as I replayed the moment in my mind. My friend Klaus had always teased me for having a crush on Miles, but I had never entertained the thought of him noticing me, let alone actually liking something I posted.

"Mission accomplished," I whispered to myself, a thrill of triumph coursing through my veins.

MILES

It's already late in the evening, and I'm still busy doing my assignment. The dim glow of the desk lamp casts a warm, yellow hue across my cluttered workspace. As I meticulously scribble down equations and equations, my tired eyes wander to the mini-clock that sits just in front of my desk.

With a heavy sigh, I lean back in my chair and rub my exhausted eyes, feeling the weight of the night bearing down upon me. Thoughts of procrastination mingle with a growing sense of urgency, as I am keenly aware that the deadline for my assignment is rapidly approaching. My mind races to find the balance between the desire for sleep and the need to finish this work.

It's nine-thirty PM. I have to get this homework done because I will be early tomorrow. I quickly went back to what I was doing and was rushing to finish my assignments when, suddenly, my phone let out a chime.

I paused for a moment and looked at my phone, which was lighting up. Curiosity took over me as I glanced at the screen. It was Tyler. He had just posted a photo, and my curiosity got the better of me. With a gulp of anticipation, I tapped on the notification, not sure what to expect.

My breath hitched as the photo loaded on my phone screen. And there he was-Tyler, standing in front of a mirror, half naked. Only a towel was wrapped around his waist, revealing his chiseled, athletic body. Time seemed to slow down as my eyes took in his toned muscles and the way the droplets of water clung to his skin. In that moment, my mind went blank, and the only word that escaped my lips was a whispered, "Shit."

Caught off guard by the unexpected sight, a flurry of mixed emotions washed over me. On one hand, I couldn't deny that Tyler looked incredible, and the image ignited a sudden surge of desire within me. But on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of insecurity. How could someone like him ever be interested in someone like me?

Watching him like this is very rare, as I hardly ever see him post this kind of stuff. What I see now is the total opposite of the Tyler I know. He is kind-a bit shy, at least-because he is conservative and decent because of his father. Now I know that he has this side. I smiled at the same time as I double-tapped the screen, and I automatically liked his photo. Of course, I took screenshots, day by day, of my Tyler Collection.

As I scrolled through the comments, I noticed that he had garnered an army of dedicated fans. Most of them expressed awe and admiration, showering him with compliments and gratitude for sharing such artistry with the world. Their words were filled with genuine appreciation.

Feeling compelled to join in the conversation, I tapped on the comment button and prepared to type a few heartfelt words. However, just as I was about to express my admiration, something nagged at the back of my mind.

"If I leave a comment, it will become an issue at our school," I whispered to myself, contemplating the possible consequences of my actions. The temptation to join in with the comments and share the image lingered in my mind. Shaking my head, I made a firm decision. I chose not to get involved because it had the potential to ruin Tyler's reputation.

ERIN

The clock struck midnight, yet sleep eluded me like a ghostly specter. Restlessness consumed my mind, preventing any chance of finding solace in the embrace of slumber. Filled with an inexplicable energy, I seek refuge in the glow of my laptop's screen.

I decided to distract myself with a N*****x series, hoping the flickering images would lull my mind into a state of exhaustion. As the episodes rolled on, I found myself growing more engrossed in the captivating storyline. But even the gripping tales of suspense failed to coax my weary eyes shut.

Unable to contain my restlessness any longer, an idea struck me like a bolt of lightning. Miles, my best friend and fellow night owl, was sure to be awake, displaying his unwavering dedication to academic pursuits. As I glanced at my phone, the familiar icon of the I*******m app beckoned me.

However, my intention to chat with Miles was quickly stifled by the realization that he was bound to his textbooks and endless assignments. Tomorrow held an important exam, one that required his unwavering focus and undivided attention. The thought of disturbing him tore at my conscience, and I hesitated.

Uncertainty gnawed at me, unsure whether to prioritize my own need for company or honor Miles' commitment to his studies. Would reaching out be an act of selfishness, or could we both find solace in our shared sleeplessness?

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, contemplating the potential consequences. After a moment of deliberation, I decided to put Miles' priorities first. I closed the I*******m app, acknowledging that my restlessness was trivial in comparison to his academic pursuits.

Since I couldn't stop watching the N*****x series, I got up from lying down and left my laptop open on top of my bed. I let the episode play and turned up the volume a little so I could still hear the dialogue. I opened my mini wardrobe and began browsing through the array of clothes, selecting an outfit that would make me feel confident and empowered for the next day at school. As the first transwoman in our school, I always made sure to be prepared and stand out. As I continued, thoughts of the challenges I had faced in my journey swirled through my mind. From the moment I embraced my true identity, I faced both support and adversity. Friends and family stood by my side, offering love and acceptance, while others struggled to understand. Nevertheless, I persisted, determined to pave the way for acceptance and understanding at my school.

While looking for something to wear, I sighed in frustration as my phone began to chime incessantly. I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly who it was-the man who never seemed to want to stop and just needed to talk to me. Reluctantly, I retrieved my phone and saw the name of the very annoying man displayed on the screen.

This guy called Superman Jr. on I*******m sent me a lot of messages, including Hi gorgeous! Are you free? Can I see you tonight? I shouldn't have asked because I already know the answer will be 'nothing' because you won't reply to all of my chats. By the way, I'll see you at school then. Goodnight, gorgeous XOXO, and lastly, the heart emoji.

I rolled my eyes again in annoyance. This guy, Alex, has been bothering me since middle school. It seemed as though he never got tired of chatting with me on I*******m, every day and night. Like, literally, when I woke up, he was already bombing me with messages until I went to sleep at night. But instead of being angry with him, I just laughed. I couldn't bring myself to be mad, even though I was so bothered by the things he did just to get noticed by me.

I still remember the first time he reached out to me. That morning was filled with an electrifying mixture of nerves and excitement as I prepared myself for the bold step I was about to take. For far too long, I had hidden my true self, concealing my identity behind a mask of conformity. But that day, everything was going to change.

Donning my carefully selected outfit, I discovered a newfound sense of confidence surging through me. I tiptoed to the mirror, taking a moment to appreciate the reflection staring back at me. There she was, the woman I had always known existed within me, eager to break free from the confines of society's expectations. That day, I was so eager to reveal her to the world.

As I walked through the school gates, a combination of curiosity and apprehension gripped me. Would others perceive me differently? Would they accept me for who I truly am? The whispers and sidelong glances from my classmates echoed in my ears. But amidst the sea of judgmental gazes, there was a set of eyes that stood out, filled with genuine admiration and kindness.

It was him, the boy who called himself Superman Jr., a name that had become synonymous with compassion and empathy in our small, close-knit community. With his warm smile and genuine spirit, he had always been an ally to those in need. And that day, as the reality of my identity rippled through the hallways, Superman Jr. sought me out with a message of support.

That evening, as I sat alone in my room, scrolling through my I*******m feed, a notification popped up. It was a message from him. Curiosity piqued, I opened it with trembling hands. The words that flowed across the screen would forever be etched into the depths of my heart and soul.

"Hey there, I just wanted to reach out and tell you how incredibly proud I am of you. Today, you showed the world your true colors, and it takes an incredible amount of courage to be so unapologetically yourself. Your authenticity is inspiring, and I am honored to know you. Remember that you are not alone, and together, we can create a world where everyone feels safe and loved. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I read and reread his heartfelt message. In that moment, all my fears and anxieties were washed away, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of validation and acceptance. His words became my lifeline, reinforcing the strength that had been growing within me.

But despite his heartfelt message, I didn't bother to message him back; I don't know why.

It's not my intention to not reply to his message; it's just that I'm scared. What if he just plays with me like he did with his past girlfriends? Over the past few months, whispers of That guy's reputation have drifted to my ears. Stories of broken hearts and shattered dreams painted a picture of a charming yet elusive individual. His charismatic demeanor made it difficult to resist his advances, but deep down, I couldn't help but wonder if it was all an act.

As I lay on my bed, contemplating my next move, exhaustion washed over me, and sleep started to take hold. I couldn't deny the allure of a good night's rest, even as my mind grappled with thoughts of Mark. With a sigh, I dismissed the message and closed my eyes, hoping to find solace in slumber. In my dreams, an array of past experiences danced before me-the flamboyant gestures, affectionate words, and promises that faded into thin air. I had heard the stories, but my

heart yearned to believe that I could be the exception and that Superman Jr. could truly care for me.