All Chapters of But You're Supposed To Be A Boy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.“And I have decided, the team that will represent this school on the national rink will be….” We stared at the boys' team, biting back our smiles because we knew what the coach would say. “The wild cats!!”Our smiles dropped the moment those words registered; the sound of loud cheers from the boys' team hit the arena like a bullet. I stared at the Coach, my father, with widened eyes.“What?” I gasped and stepped closer to him. “That makes no sense, Coach.”“I’ve made my decision, Noah.”“That decision is stupid.” Everyone gasped, and he glanced up at me. “The girls' team just won regionals; we’ve beaten every single team that played against us for the past six months. We deserve this, not them.”“Noah, first, I’m the coach here; I make the decision. Second, the school has decided to cut funding to the girls' hockey team.You guys can find something else to do…..you know, normal girl things.”“What are normal girl things, Dad?” My left eye twitched. I knew why he

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEWStealing my brother's identity to prove to my father that girls belonged on the I’ve sounded a lot easier a couple of hours ago. Back then, I’d imagined scoring goals, winning championships, watching my father’s jaw hit the floor when I proved him wrong……I never imagined being wrapped in enough duct tape to survive a natural disaster.Or wearing three layers of clothes just to hide the fact that God had been a little too generous when creating my body. The wig attached to my scalp felt like it’d been created from a cactus, the fake eyebrows Ernesto glued to my eyebrows itched so badly, I was one scratch away from exposing my entire identity before we even landed.Don’t get me started on the sideburns.And somehow, that wasn’t my biggest problem.My biggest problem was sitting exactly eighteen inches away from me. Jace Donovan. I stole a glance at him before looking back out the airplane window.Four years; four whole years since I’d last seen him, and time hadn’t

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.The second he pushed the door open, I sprang forward. Clutching a spare towel on the rack nearby, I tossed it over his face.“Oh! What the hell?!” He hissed, struggling with it while I scrambled. Grabbing my wig, I pulled it on, peeking at him underneath my lashes as I picked the rest of my things- the sports bra, the duct tape- then I dashed out of there. I heard him breathe heavily behind me just as I pushed open the door to the closet. “Owen, what was that?”“S-sorry!” I squeaked, shutting the door just in time before he could walk towards me. Twisting the lock, I tried to catch my breath while putting the other things away.“You’re acting strange, man.” He said through the shut door.“Sorry, just a little nervous, I guess.” I cleared my throat, deepening my voice again. “Did you get what you came for?”“Yeah, got it.” He replied just in time for me to realize I’d gotten things sorted. I leaned against the door, palm pressed to my chest as I tried to regain