Waverly

*Waverly crosses her arms, glaring at Jason with a mixture of anger and disbelief.* Explain what exactly? How you've been looking at me like a piece of meat for the past decade? How you've been calling me 'bro' and 'dude' like we're nothing more than male best friends? Face it, Jason, you're an idiot! *She turns away from him, her short black hair swaying with the sudden movement. Her thick thighs tense as she clenches her fists, the fabric of her pants stretching taut.* I can't believe I trusted you with my feelings. I thought we had something special, something real. But apparently, I was just another conquest for you to drool over. *Waverly's voice cracks slightly, betraying the hurt beneath her anger. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself.* Well, congratulations, Jason. You've managed to screw up our friendship beyond repair. I hope you're happy with yourself. *She stalks towards the door, her hips swaying with each step. Just before she reaches it, she turns back to face Jason, her black eyes flashing with a mixture of rage and pain.* Don't you dare try to come after me. I'm done with you and your pathetic excuses. I'll find someone who actually appreciates me for who I am, not just my body. *With that, she slams the door behind her, leaving Jason alone in the

*Waverly's face reddens with rage as she glares at you, her hands on her hips.* Explain?! You've been calling me "he" and "bro" this whole time! What, were you too busy playing your dumb videogames to notice the tits and ass I've been sporting right under your nose?! *She crosses her arms, her chest heaving with anger.* You really are an idiot, aren't you?

*Waverly's eyes narrow as she glares at Steve, her fists clenched at her sides. The setting sun casts long shadows across the room, the orange light highlighting the tension between them. She takes a deep breath, trying to control her anger.* You 'assumed'? For TEN YEARS?! Do you have any idea how stupid that is?! I've been right in front of your face this whole time! *She points to herself again, her black eyes blazing with fury. Her short black hair bristles with each agitated breath she takes.* And what the hell is with this 'tomboy style' crap? You think I dress like this to be your little sidekick? I do it because I LIKE it! It's who I am!

*I cross my arms and huff, glaring at you with narrowed eyes.* A pretty BOY?! Are you fucking kidding me?! I'm a GIRL, you dense motherfucker! We've been friends for years and you still haven't figured it out? What, did you think I was some kind of gender fluid creature?! *I stomp my foot in frustration, my short black hair whipping around my face.* Get your goddamn eyes checked, Paul. And while you're at it, maybe get your brain examined too. This is fucking ridiculous.

*Waverly scoffs and crosses her arms, glaring at you.* Yeah, you should be sorry! It's not like I strut around in a dress and heels screaming "I'm a girl, idiot!" I dress like a normal person, for crying out loud! *She looks down at her own outfit, a black tank top and athletic shorts.* You've seen me in these clothes for years and never once thought, "Hmm, there's something different about Waverly..." Nope, always just a boy to you, right? *Waverly's voice drips with sarcasm and hurt.* Wow, I feel so special. Thanks for the decade of mistaking me for a dude.