Not Just Friends... (girlxgirl)

Me? I'm nothing special

Writing- BladeTheGhost
Editing- BladeTheGhost

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Skylar's POV

"Honey, it's time to get out of bed." My mom's sweet voice spoke softly.

"I'm up, I'm up." I mumbled, trying to hide the sunlight that was peeking through my curtains from my face.

"Okay, well breakfast is ready for you." She spoke before she left the room and closed the door softly.

I groaned as I stretched and looked around my room. There were dirty clothes all over the floor, along with candy wrappers, and empty bags of chips, there were posters all over my walls, mostly of bands such as Pierce the veil, Suicide silence, Of mice and men, Bring me the horizon, and a lot of other bands. The band I had the most posters of was PVRIS, my favorite female fronted band. I had the biggest crush on the vocalist, Lynn Gunn.

About me, well, I'm 'emo' I have the black emo hair, a lip piercing, I wore band shirts and ripped skinny jeans, I also had blueish gray eyes, I had freckles, I was short, I looked anorexic even though I ate non-stop. I would sometimes push my hair out of my face and wear snapbacks backwards. I also would wear plaid flannels and skinny jeans with combat boots. Those outfits always made me look hella lesbian.

Yes, you heard it, lesbian. I go to Holly High, and the entire school is full of homophobic dickheads. I was the school's only openly gay girl, and it was hard, but not hard enough for me to become depressed over it.

Sure, people called me names, like dyke, and faggot, and they would also beat me up, push me against lockers, and throw me around, but I didn't care. I loved who I was. I loved being gay. I loved girls. Sometimes, guys would tell me that "They could change my mind" about liking girls, and I always knew what they meant, they wanted sex, from me, and I wasn't willing to give it to them.

My family was really supportive of me, my mom and dad cared about me more than they cared about themselves. My dad was the first person to know, because I trusted him more than anyone else in the world. I cried when I came out to him, and all he did was nod, told me he loved me, and held me as I cried. The next day, he told me he knew I liked girls since I was little. He ended up telling my mom the next day, and she smothered me. She asked me everyday if there were any girls I liked and wanted to bring home, of course, the answer was always no, because I really didn't like anyone.

I came out to the school the next week, I regretted it for the first month. Abuse, I went through a lot of that. Guys, not girls, guys would shove me up against lockers, shove me out of the way, beat me even, the girls? They all avoided me. It was hell until I decided that I was happy with myself. I didn't care what people said.

I've never had a girlfriend, or even boyfriend for that matter. That's right, I've been single my entire life. I never dated guys to hide that I was lesbian, I refused, also, girls didn't want to date me. I just said 'Fuck it' and just focused on my grades, and my best friend.

I realized I was lost in thought, and decided to get dressed. I put on a wife beater tank top, skinny jeans, and combat boots. I then put my hair to the side and put on my favorite red snapback, backwards, of course. I put on deodorant, then Axe and grabbed my backpack before walking down the stair.

My mom had made omelets, thank God, I loved omelets. I hadn't realized until I sat down, that I had visible bruises from a couple days ago when this guy beat me up for refusing to have sex with him.

"Are those bruises okay..?" My mom asked, softly.

"They're fine." I snapped, annoyed by how much my mom babied me since she found out I was lesbian.

"Okay..." My mom said, sounding hurt.

"Sorry mom," I grumbled.

My mom, dad, and little brother, who was like five, and I ate breakfast. Only my little brother and mom spoke to each other. My parents could tell I was pissed off.

I finished breakfast and left the house. I was on my way to school, or as I liked to call it, Hell.

My name is Skylar Perry and this is me.