What a Girl Wants

Chapter Fifteen

Returning from a long lecture class, Mandy saw a note taped to her door. She pulled it off to see that it was from Callie. "Mandy, I am so sorry about what happened. Please let me make it up to you. Dinner tonight? In the caf? Six? -Callie."

Mandy folded it up before going into her room, sitting it on her desk. If she accepted this dinner, Gabby would hit the roof. The same way she wouldn't be happy if her girlfriend went to dinner with a woman who'd kissed her. But Callie was her friend and was going through a difficult time. And if it would help her friend, of course she'd do it. Mandy ignored the flurries in her stomach and lay down. When she woke up, someone was knocking on the door. Opening it, Gabby came in and wrapped her arms around her, pushing hair from her shoulder. "Hi," she smiled.

"Hi," Mandy responded with a moan getting back into bed.

"You okay?" She asked concerned. It was so nice that their relationship was based on their friendship just with the addition of sex.

"Yeah. My stomach just hurts."

"Oh. Ohhh."

"What?"

Gabby began grinning. "I got my period yesterday."

"Ugh," Mandy said hugging a pillow. Gabby sat on the edge of the bed. "I truly hating syncing with you. How could you do this to me?" She whined.

"I'll go and find a heating pad for you, babe."

"Thank you, but I have one in my desk. Can you get it for me?"

Gabby walked over to the desk looking for it. "Hey, what's this?"

"What's what?"

"This note. From Callie." She held up the piece of paper.

Mandy turned to see that her girlfriend's eyes were unsmiling. "Are you going through my stuff?"

"No. It was sitting right there."

She sighed. This wasn't how she was supposed to find out. "Oh, I was going to tell you about it."

"When?"

"When I saw you."

"But you didn't say anything."

"Because I'm having cramps," Mandy said getting agitated. "And it's only dinner. Nothing more."

"Just dinner?"

Nodding, she reached her hand out. "Come here." The sophomore shook her head, finding the heating pad. "Come here, Gabrielle Hightower." A smile twitched across the other woman's face, disappearing before it could spread. "Please, baby."

Gabby rolled her eyes and walked over to Mandy who exhaled a short sigh of relief. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me." The two of them stared at each other.

One in pain and one pissed. "Let me, um, go and heat up this pad for you."

Mandy muttered a "Thank you" before curling up into a ball. She checked her watch and saw that she only had about an hour to muster up some strength. The door opened and Gabby walked inside with three heating pads. "For me?"

"Yes, for you. You're well-liked on this floor," Gabby said. "When I was a freshman, people were not this nice." She handed over the heating pad and Mandy pressed one to her stomach, closing her eyes at the feeling.

"You probably didn't put out good energy," Mandy smiled as her girlfriend climbed on the bed and put her arms around her. Lips hit the back of her head and goosebumps appeared. If she were being honest, their relationship still didn't feel real. And she didn't know why. The line from friend to friendlier was so thin and they'd crossed it, neither wanting to go back. But it was still a whirlwind of could whatever they had last?