*Abigail's POV*
"Earth to Abigaillllllll" My friend Caitlin droned in my ear.
"What, I was having a very good daydream. So this BETTER be good." It was true about the daydream part. I was just thinking about how amazing Amelia had tasted and how beautiful she looked lying underneath me.
"A daydream about Jasonnnnnnn" Cait wiggled her eyebrows suggestivly. Right, she still thought I was straight. I mean, everyone did. Minus Amelia. I haven't actually told Amelia I'm lesbian, but I think she could guess. Just based off some recent events.
"Just tell me what you need to tell me." I was seriously getting irritated.
"Prom's coming up in two weeks, and rumor is you still don't have a date OR a dress." Right, prom. I almost forgot.
"Well the rumors would be correct on this one" I said, turning back to my lunch.
"Okay well after school we're going dress shopping and then tomorrow you're asking Jason to be your date. Gotta go bye bestieeeeee" Does she seriously think that she can just decide who I ask. If I was out I would ask Amelia. But then again I didn't even know if she liked girls.
Suddenly my phone rung, the caller ID said Amelia. I got her phone number when I dropped her off at her house.
"Hey Amelia, whatcha need"
"Hey um, do you think you could, maybe, ummmm helpmefindapromdressplease"
"What was that"
"Could you help me find a prom dress?"
"Of course, who are you going with" Please don't say anyone, please don't say anyone, please don't say anyon-
"Oh, I don't know yet. Probably just gonna go by myself. Or just get a dress to feel pretty. Who are you going with."
"I'll probably go with Jason"
"Okay, um I need to go. Can I meet you at the front doors after school to go shopping" It sounded like she was holding off tears. Weird.
"Yeah of course"
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Killer Queen
Novela Juvenil*I DO OWN THE PICTURE ON THE COVER* Abigail Winters is the prom queen. All the boys want to date her. All the girls want to be her. Amelia Grace is the quiet girl. She sits in the back of the classroom. She gets bullied daily. Now, what happens when...
