Not Just Friends... (girlxgirl)

Intro

Plot idea- BladeTheGhost and Thatbandchick01105
Writing- BladeTheGhost
Editing- BladeTheGhost
Characters- BladeTheGhost and Thatbandchick01105

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Ashley's POV

"What are you doing still in bed?!" My mother's furious voice rang through my room.

"I'm sorry, I'm getting up..." I said, loud enough for only her to hear.

"You better be!" She yelled before slamming the door.

I looked around my room. It was really clean, nothing on the floor except my dirty clothes hamper. My dresser was organized, nothing on top of it except for my brush, hair straightener, makeup, deodorant, and perfume. My walls were covered in posters of movie starts like Taylor Lautner, Theo James, Chaning Tatum, and more.

I had those posters because, well those guys were attractive, and even though they were attractive, I would never ever get with them. Let me explain myself a bit, I'm the cheer captain at Holly High. I'm popular, I have rich parents, every guy wants to get with me, but there's one problem, I'm gay.

There are only three people in the whole world who knew I was gay, my mom, dad, and brother. My mom and dad, well they hated it. They hated that I was into girls and not guys. They began to mentally and physically abuse me for it.

My brother? Well he was the most supportive guy I knew. He would be there for me to talk to. He was there when I felt upset. He was always trying to get me a girlfriend, the problem with that was, every girl I had ever liked, was straight.

More problems with me being gay, there was only one openly gay girl at my school, and I heard how people treated her. She got called names, like dyke and faggot, and I heard that sometimes people would beat her. Knowing that made me scared to come out, plus I was afraid because of how my parents treated me.

I realized I was lost in thought, so I got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I had long blonde hair, dull blue eyes, a few freckles, I was tall and thin, I had a thigh gap and flat stomach, I was pretty much what every girl in the school wanted to be, another problem, I had self harm scars...

Yes, self harm. I didn't do any types of self harm that would leave scars a lot, because I couldn't have people at school knowing, and I was a cheerleader, people would find out. I would mostly just scratch at my wrist most of the time, causing it to hurt, but not open the skin. I would rarely cut myself. I hated cutting, it hurt like a bitch.

I pulled off the oversized sweater that I was sleeping in, and threw it into the hamper. I grabbed a cut off tank that said "Stay happy" on it and put it on. How ironic I thought to myself. I grabbed a black pair of high waisted jeans and on.  I brushed my long hair, and put it up in a bun then started on my makeup. I put thin eyeliner on, thick mascara, and I put a light shade of pink eye shadow on.

I then put on my combat boots, and ran down the stairs to eat a muffin and head to Hell, I meant school.

My name is Ashley Torres, and this is me.