Nova Gonzalez is straight - thinks she's straight. She has a boyfriend. She loves her boyfriend - thinks she loves her boyfriend. College is all about discovering who you are as a person. New experiences. She was prepared for the changes. What she w...
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A/N: the above picture is what I imagine Nova looked like for the party. —————————————
I took a long drag of my cigarette, letting my anxiety leave my body as I blew the smoke out. Stressed was an understatement of how I had been feeling recently. As a result, I was smoking more and abusing my anxiety medication. Don't get me wrong, things were great on campus. Things with my friends were great. Even my father had backed off a little bit. My stress and increased anxiety had nothing to with how my life was currently going, but rather the events that would occur in a few short weeks.
It was ridiculous for me to be letting what could happen affect me the way it was, but I couldn't help myself. Internally, I was still struggling with my sexuality. How it would affect my family. What Ethan's response to it would be. None of it would turn out well. I suppressed the urge to call my mother and tell her right away, but I knew that it would be best to speak with her and my father in person. Three weeks and my whole life would probably be completely different.
"What are you doing out here so early?"
I lifted my head and saw Charlie walking towards me. I smiled weakly at her and lifted my cigarette so that she could see.
"What did I tell you about smoking?"
"I know, I know. It's not good for me," I rolled my eyes playfully. Seeing Charlie lifted my spirits. When she was around, every anxious feeling I had left my body. There was something so calming about her. "What are you doing here so early?"
"I need to get some pictures of the campus for my portfolio. I always thought it looked prettiest at dawn."
She was right. It was going into winter, which meant that the trees were almost barren and there was a certain mist that floated in the air. You had to be awake at a certain time to catch the beauty. The way the sun beamed down on the little droplets of dew was mesmerising.
My thoughts were cut short by the click of a camera. I looked and found Charlie taking pictures of me.
"What are you doing?"
She looked down at her camera, viewing the picture I presume. "You know, there are so many forms of art, but you are by far my favourite."
My mouth parted slightly. I had not been expecting that and it definitely made me feel some type of way. Charlie knew what she was doing. She knew how she made me feel. Not that I was complaining or anything. I had never felt more appreciated and more beautiful than when she complimented me. As corny as it sounds, she made me feel like the only girl in the world.
"I want to tell my parents," I blurted out. She looked at me, her mouth slightly parted this time. "I don't know how and I don't know when, but it's eating me up inside. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I just need to get it off my chest."
