(Yussssss. Okay starting now)
Evan had finally worked up the courage to wear a more feminine outfit. Evelyn had packed a baseball bat in her backpack because she already knew what the kids at Westview High would do to him. But. He had to do it. Someone had to open the doors for true freedom of expression, and he was going to be damned if he let any prissy white boy with a good sucker punch knock him down. He wore that day a black crop top that had long sleeves, and a long rainbow stripe that went down each sleeve, a fishnet shirt under it, and then a cute black short ruffle skirt that he was borrowing from his sister, and some simple black and green high top converse to match. He even wore makeup, and a cute rainbow cloth headband to finish off the look. He went with a light and simple makeup look, not wanting to push it too much. Now, normally at lunch, Evan sat with his drama friends. But. A few of them had field trips, two went to the stage to get more practice as they normally didn't eat lunch anyways, and the rest were off with other friends or busy in lunch detention. So. He was all alone. He was listening to Brendon Urie and enjoying the schools excuse of Chicken Terriyaki when suddenly a huge foot ball player grabs him by the scruff of his neck and slams him up against the wall. "HEY FAG! I've been talking to you for the past 10 fucking minutes! Damn got so much cum in your ears you can't even listen! Dressed like a prissy little whore!" His friends snickered, and while Evan tried to call for help, the one holding him up against the wall took off the headband and stuffed it in Evan's mouth. "Shut it faggot. You're even squealing like a girl, how about that." "Nice one Dick." One of his friends commented, and the 4 boys all took off to the basketball court, Dick going on to say sexist comments about seeing if girls can fight. Evan, distraught and lost, phone, earbuds, bag and lunch, all the way in the cafeteria now. He had no way of getting help. So he got in a position to fight while on the court. But it was 4 against one, and he went down like a domino at the first punch to his lower back. The 4 meaty boys, all of them built like quarter backs on the schools football team, which is what they probably were, began to beat on Evan. His headband having fallen out of his mouth by this point, he began to call for help.