It has been a 3 months since Amelia agreed to be my girlfriend. It has been going well so far and she has been sharing a lot more. I'm really happy right now. Life is good, school is okay, and my relationship with Amelia is great.
Amelia and I were in our science class and we were receiving a group project. Of course, Amelia and I were ready to be partners but the teacher was choosing our partners this time. I was paired up with this random guy named Franky and Amelia was paired up with this girl Alexis. The project was to analyze how your partner lives and how they react to certain things. You're suppose to go over to your partners house for one night to do this project.
We had the rest of the period to discuss with our partners whose house and when and plans and all that other stuff. I wasn't paying attention to Franky. I just told him that we would do it on the weekend and that was it. I just stared at Amelia and Alexis. They were both smiling and having a great conversation and giggling a bit. I wasn't jealous or anything. Okay, maybe I was a little bit jealous.
Time went by as we just phased through our classes, it was lunch time and Amelia and I we sitting together as usual.
"So Amelia... How's your project partner for science?"
"Alexis? Oh she's great. She's nice and I think we get along well. There wasn't that awkward first meeting silence. She's coming over tomorrow to do our project. How about your partner?"
"Oh that's great. He's fine. We just decided on the weekend for the meeting."
It wasn't great. Not even close to great. I wasn't ready for this. What if something happens between Alexis and Amelia and her house? What would happen in our relationship? Would it break or would we last? I was just internally panicking the whole day through. When I finally got home I had to find a way to relieve myself. I rummaged the fridge and took out bottles of beer and sat on the couch. I know I'm under age and that I shouldn't be doing this, but it's bothering me so much that another girl is going to be at my girlfriend's house for the whole night. This is a disaster. I grabbed a bottle and opened it and drank. Repeating the process over and over.
Drink. Drink. Another bottle. Drink drink. Another bottle.
I had no idea how many bottles I drank. All I knew was that it actually helped me forget about the problem for the night.
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Sinful (GxG)
Teen FictionLesbians for everyone. One of the most inconsistent stories ever with a forgetful author.