Love Songs

Chapter Seven

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! <3 As a special gift to you all, here's some more Love Songs. (:
Love you all! (:
Xoxoxoxo,
- Railene

Jessica - Tuesday, 12:15pm.

"Would you stop freaking out?" I pleaded with some hysterical teenager that resembled Allie at lunch that day. "It's not that major."

"It's so major! I bet she's gonna tell him, and then he's gonna think I'm a freak."

"Or, maybe she'll tell him and he'll gain the confidence to tell you he loves you," I tried.

"Yeah," she said, sinking lower in her seat. "In my dreams."

We stopped talking about it then, because I saw Darius and Shay walking towards us. 

"What's the matter with you?" Darius questioned, noting Allie's expression.

"Bad dance class," I immediately covered. "She's tired."

"Oh, poor Allie," Shay condescended, obviously not feeling sympathetic. As soon as she made her comment, though, I saw her gaze travel off of Allie, onto the door. Her expression denoted that, suddenly, she was mesmerized by something, or someone, that existed behind my head. "Holy shit," she said under her breath.

"What?" I asked, immediately turning around to see what she was looking at.

"Don't all turn around!" Shay admonished. "God, you're making it obvious."

"What are you looking at?" Allie questioned, her head glued forward, not wanting to risk Shay's fury.

"Excuse me," Shay said, suddenly more calmly, as she rose from her seat and began to saunter towards the door.

Once she was gone, it was the cue for all of us to turn around at once and see what had so captivated her. Then, of course, we saw it. A girl. Or, rather, a woman. And a really pretty one.

She looked to be at least a few years older than Shay, but it wasn't as though Shay would have minded. A girl could have an eleventh toe, and Shay wouldn't even notice, as long as she had a pretty face and a nice body. We all watched, as if they were a silent movie, while Shay began to play her game and the question became whether or not this girl would play along. We couldn't hear what they were saying, but sometimes Shay's body language could be louder than her words - not that her words were very quiet either.

But I'd seen Shay at work enough times to know that this girl wasn't reacting as they typically did. Rather than giggle and squeal at the first line she dropped, this one looked as though she was sizing her up. She scanned Shay's body from the wings of her eyeliner to the tips of her boots. And slowly, gradually, like a sunrise, the most devious of smiles crept across her face. She sat into one hip and crossed her arms across her chest, narrowing her eyes. This girl's body language was terribly unclear.

"There she goes," Allie spectated. "She's getting it."

 "No way," I refuted. "That girl is not interested."

"Look at that smile!"

"That smile could mean anything," I said. "She already got the airport girl. She's not getting lucky again."

By that time, Shay was on her way back to us, wearing a smile similar to the one that her newest conquest was donning.

"So?" we both pressed, dying to know who was right.

Shay looked at us both once before confirming, "Lesbian."

"What?" I yelled, at the same time Allie exclaimed, "Told you!"