Stuck in the 50s (girlxgirl)

Queen or Popular Girl

"That's really weird." Lillian replied, slammin' her locker shut.

We turned and walked down the hallway to first period English which we had together.

"I don't know, Lil. I'm not sure what's goin' on either. She just makes me feel like I can tell her anythin'." I said.

Lillian scoffed. "But it took like... three months before you opened up to me fully."

I smiled, knowing she was teasing. "I'm so glad I can talk to you without judgment. Glad we're friends." I teased back.

"It's your fault for sharin' that purple crayon with me in kindergarten." Lillian fired back. Then she shook her head. "But really, back on topic. What's up with you and Brooklyn? I don't understand."

My blonde ponytail bounced. "I told you I don't get it either. All I know is that I trust her fully and I just feel like... I don't know how to describe it."

Lillian quirked and eyebrow. "Are you in love with her, Car?" She teased, bumpin' my hip with her's.(AN:AHAHAHA FORESHADOWING!)

I smiled nervously. The thought hadn't crossed my mind but when she said it, it made me think. Was it possible that when she told me she was gay it made me curious or somethin'? But I brushed that off because I had had the feeling since I first saw her in the hallway. Minus the peppermint because I hadn't smelled her yet.

"No..." I chuckled, but I kept my eyes trained on my lavender converse and a blush was spreading from my cheeks, up to my ears and creepin' down my neck.

We reached our English classroom and walked in, sitting in our desks which were next to each other. Our English teacher was nice like that and let us choose our seats. Her name was Miss. Carson and her first name was Valerie, which was like the prettiest name ever. She was young, 24, I think and beautiful. She was from L.A. too which was awesome. All the boys liked her and I often found myself starin' at her intensely sometimes.

"Well I think she's pretty awesome too. And being friends with a black girl is so cool." Lillian grinned.

I stared at her for a second. "Uh... isn't that kind of offensive?" I asked because I truly wasn't sure. I had no exposure to other cultures, races, or religions.

Lillian's face was blank and she tossed her fiery red hair over her shoulder, huffing. "No. It's just cool because she's the only black kid here."

That was the downside to being friends with Lillian. She was pretty close-minded and a bit of a gossipin' social-climber. But she could also be really sweet and funny and I loved her like a sister.

Suddenly Miss. Carson walked in and clapped her hands together. "Okay class. Today we're going to start our creative writing unit."

I squealed internally. Reading and writing were my passion. But not all writing. For example I hated nonfiction like speeches and essays, but writing novels and short stories was what I did in my free time. I loved it so much.

"You'll be writing a short story that must be at least three pages and include a prologue." Miss. Carson continued.

Easy.

"And it can be about anything as long as it's school appropriate." She eyed a couple of the trouble-makin' boys in the backrow who were snickerin' about god knows what. "It will be due in two to three weeks depending where we are in two. If I feel we need longer I'll extend it." She turned to me and smiled. "I look forward to seeing what you come up with, Carolina."

I grinned back at her, very excited.

At lunch I walked up to Brooklyn at her locker. "Hey."

She got out her lunch, closed her locker and turned to face me. Today she wore a dark red crop top, a black skater skirt and high-heeled ankle boots that were the same color as her top. Her dark hair was down in beachy waves and she looked as gorgeous as ever. "Hey." She smiled.