Kara, my love DCSHG Kara x Female Y/n

If I were gay, I would kill myself!

Y/n's POV;

I slammed the door behind me, sighing. I drag myself down the hall, removing my jacket and accessories.

What a hectic first day, eh? Not only did I suddenly befriend about five people, I also have about four of them crushing on me. 

I turn on the stove, not really knowing what for.

There are many reasons I don't like Kara Danvers.
Where do I even start?

We were great friends, all the way throughout primary, basically inseparable. She was always the loud one, the fun one, the one dragging me through conventions to "Come look at the rock bands!"
My favourite person, so sweet, so nice, and always made sure we were together. 

And then came high school. She became an asshole. An utter bitch.
She stopped caring about me. She stopped dragging me around. She started to mock me; make fun of me with her new, cooler friends. What assholes they were. 

"Oh look, there's Kara's pet again," One of her friends would say, and the rest would burst out laughing. Especially Kara. With her loud cackle, a sound I used to love, until it was used against me.

I ignored all the warning signs. I carried on following her around, carrying her stuff, grabbing her lunch, paying for dinner, kissing her ass. I became her accessory, known as "Kara's Pet,"

Always after her classes;
 "Hey Kara, wanna have lunch? On me, obviously~!" She'd then very dismissively say yes, and then go off with her other friends, waiting for me to bring her lunch to her.

 "Here, lemme carry your stuff, that looks heavy!" She'd proceed to then dump all her stuff in my arms, and then decide she then needed everything in her locker.

 "Oh you need money? Here, is this enough?" She'd ask for money often, and then her friends would follow her lead, hoping to get some of the "big bucks" and often I would give it to them, hoping they would leave me alone, which then gave me the new, 'nicer' nickname of "Daddy's money,"

 "Are you free this Saturday? Yeah? Cool!" And she then ghost me, leaving me there for hours, waiting in the rain, while she texted me about how she'd be there in five and then never show up. 
If I ever confronted her, she'd always say, "Sorry, N/n {Nickname, in case you don't know}, I got busy,"

And I always believed her. Or maybe I just wanted to believe her, I couldn't bare to think that maybe, just maybe Kara wasn't who she used to be.

Then I discovered I was queer. I liked my own gender, as well as others. 

I wasn't sure if what I felt was right or wrong but I didn't care, because I then fell for her.

I fell in love with Kara Fucking Danvers.

The dumbest thing I've ever done.

I don't even know what I was attracted to. Maybe I just missed how she used to care, and I would absolutely melt whenever she used my nickname.
I loved everything about her; her messy blond hair that never stayed down, no matter how much I attacked it with a hairbrush whenever we had sleep overs when we were little; her taste in music; her cute jamming to the music and tossing her head around; I loved how she eats ice cream like a little kid; and how she reminded me of a golden retriever with her bright personality.

But that really wasn't her. I fell in love with a version of her that was nothing but my memories of her. She wasn't like that anymore, not now with her fake friends and her cold mocking personality. Her new stony resting face, and her new need to make fun of me.

I didn't tell anyone about this. No body, except this one person from my modelling agency.

I didn't even tell Jantez, someone I met at one of my father's fancy dinner parties. I think we both were there because of our parents and we just clicked, he truly was one of my favourite people. Such a sweet, pretty boy, with the longest lashes I've ever seen. He had fluffy pastel yellow hair, and some matching round gold framed glasses that he was forever pushing up his nose.
He also happened to be one of my model friends, but only for a short while. They thought it'd look cute if we had a shoot together and we made it on the front cover of some random magazine advertising formal wear.

He was basically my moral support and was almost always there for me, even when he moved to Poland. 

I lost contact with him though, and I never really knew how to get it back, it's not like I could fly myself to Poland to track this one blond boy, now, could I?

I don't even know why I told the person from my modelling agency. They were just there, and I was just so miserable. I'd keep turning up to shoots late, and looking miserable and drained, ruining final pictures, my stylist tried everything; getting me snacks, recommending facial creams, using different make up techniques, but it never work well enough.

I don't even remember their name, and they were so nice too. They listened to me when I felt shitty and depressed, and they would flip back their big purple hair and try to make me smile. They were so understanding when I turned up with tears running down my face because of something that happened in school.

I was going to tell Kara that I was queer. I wanted to at least be happy and proud in my sexuality, but I never got to. Reason? Her and her asshole friends were bitching about "Homos". I would have been fine if it was just her disgusting friends, but it was her too. Kara from when we little, Kara I loved, Kara, my favourite Kara. 

I remember one sentence clearly, "If I were gay, I would kill myself! Hahaha!". It shattered me.

Is that what she really thought about gays? Is that how she would react if I told her about being queer?

It was so inconvenient too, because it was right as I was about to come out. I overheard them while walking there, and I just couldn't bring myself to go any nearer to them. 

I was so relieved when Kara was expelled. All her bitchy friends left too, saying it was "No fun without Kara," which would have been true for me too, if Kara wasn't such an asshole to me.

And that was what I thought was the end, but no, my grandmother just has to live in Metropolis, where Kara just so happens to be. 

Arghhhh, maybe I should just sleep now. Thinking too much wont be good for anything, besides its not like I can change the past. Sure, I might be able to control an element or two, but I cant use that to change whatever crappy thing Kara did in the past.

I lean over, trying to grab a mug.
"Ouch!" I flinch back in pain, realising I had burnt myself over the stove that I had idiotically left on.

"Well isn't that great,"

13th March 2022

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