Something More (GxG previously A Lesbian Love Story)

Chapter 6

Monday has come far too quickly, the weekend disappeared quickly, my loneliness swallowing the days up.

I'd managed to avoid Casey all weekend by some odd miracle, the guilt of my dream and the ones that followed after it weighing on me; but I can't avoid her any more, not now that it's Monday again.

As I pull my sweatshirt over my head my door bursts open, an impatient James storming in foot tapping.

"I know you're a girl and all but it can't take you THIS long to get dressed unless you had sex first!" He shakes his brown hair from his eyes as he taps his foot faster crossing his arms.

"Does everything that you say some way relate to sex?" He stops for a second before a devilish grin spreads across his face.

"Just about, but hey my boy ain't complaining." He winks at me blue eyes twinkling.

"I guess I'm lucky you're gay." He shrugs and slaps my ass as I walk by him.

"Mostly gay." He grins and skips down the hallway and out the front door.

"Boys." I shake my head but follow my only ride to school out the front door.

"Hey Alex." Ginger's voice is soft and she smiles at me as I crawl in the back seat.

"Hey Gingy." She frowns a little at one of my many names for her but the humor still dances in her dark brown eyes.

"How you doing?" I shrug as she crawls across the divider to join me in the back seat.

"As good as I can be I guess." She nods pushing her reddish brown hair out of her face.

"Hey, who cares about her! I'm all alone now." James pouts in the front crossing his arms as he stares out the windshield.

"Did you and Max break up?" He hesitates and looks over his shoulder at us.

"No?"

"Then shut up and quit pouting." I have to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing at Ginger's hold on him, and the whole group of friends that Casey, and now I, belong too. She is the leader of the small pack, despite her own tiny stature of five-foot-nothing.

James turn quickly and continues to sulk in the front seat.

"Hey," she slaps the back of his head hard enough to make a sound.

"I know that thing ain't empty so drive." He grumbles under his breath but not loud enough for ginger to understand him, if she had he'd have something hurt a lot more than his ego.

He shifts the car into gear and tears down the road. Ginger shares a secret smile and chuckle with me as she squeezes my hand in support.

The ride over is filled with James' grumblings, and soft pats from Gingers attempts to comfort me. By the time we reach the school I all but jump from the car. They eye me suspiciously but it doesn't last long as James' boyfriend Max makes his normal morning appearance.

James throws himself  into Max's arms and before tongues start flying Ginger and I make our escape.

The rubber soles of her pink cowboy boots thump down the quiet hallway, a few of the other students snicker but she doesn't seem to care. She loves these boots like they're her own children.

"Are you riding today?" She quirks an eyebrow at me questioningly and I gesture to her pink, pointy toes.

"Oh no. Tomorrow's the rodeo. I just wanted to wear these today.

"Oooooookay Daisy Duke of Hazard." She scowls at me but the humor isn't lost on her. Before our conversation can continue any further a warm body saddles up beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist. I tense for a second before relaxing into the arm.

"Hey Case." She smiles and nudges me.

"Hey." Ginger gives her a stern look before hugging me and walking off down the hallway.

"What's up with ginger snap?" Casey chuckles at my jab at Ginger and the finger she holds up over her shoulder for me.

Casey shrugs steering us towards our first period.

"Don't know, something always is." She's right, as usual when it comes to her...our friends.

"Do you think I could sit with you guys at lunch today...?" She looks at me with surprise as she opens the door with the bell.

"Of course you can. They're your friends too now." I nod and sit down, she's right. It had taken them a while but they'd all gotten used to me and eventually accepted me as one of their own; and with Ginger being the first they all came around a lot sooner.

"Where'd you disappear to this weekend?" I shrug not wanting to answer the question or the inappropriate dreams to come back.

"My parents had me doing stuff." She quirks an eyebrow but the second bell rings and class begins stopping her from pushing the subject any further.

"So how do you feel?" Casey nudges me gently with her elbow as we walk out of the room for our next class. I just shrug not answering the question.

"Just because I broke up with my cheating girlfriend doesn't mean you guys need to ask how I am every five seconds." As I say this Ginger appears and closes her mouth quickly, grinning sheepishly at me. I roll my eyes but smile at her anyway.

"Hi Ginger snap." She scowls but sits beside me as Casey waves her goodbye through the door.

"Why'd you glare at Casey this morning Gingy?"

"I am not responding to that name." She crosses her arms stubbornly and I grin.

"But you just did." Her scowl deepens and she sighs in exasperation.

"Ugh, you SUCK."

"And I'm ok with that." I give her a wink as her middle finger begins to rise.

"Alright class." Her finger goes back into place as she turns to face the front but not before she sticks her tongue out at me.

"Pssst. Gingy, you didn't answer me question." I lean over and poke her with the end of my pen.

"It's none of your concern." Her eyes stay forward but I can tell my annoyance is working her nerves.

"The hell it isn't. She my best friend of course it concerns me." She turns her burning eyes on me for a fleeting moment as a warning.

"If she wanted you to know she'd have told you long before now." The statement is odd enough to strike me into silence.

Long before now? What does that mean?

Casey and I share everything, at least I thought we did but apparently I've been wrong.

"Told me what?" Ginger shrugs, her back stiff.

"You'll have to ask her. Though I've been telling her to tell you for so long now it seems like it's been years."

"Years?" My voice is soft but I know that Ginger can still hear me, though she says nothing more.

What could she possibly be hiding from me? For so long that Ginger says it feels like years?

A million bad scenarios fly through my head, each getting progressively worse as the minutes tick by. By the end of class the thought of a secret between is eating me alive, the not knowing it or how bad it could possibly be, and why she kept it from me of all people.