The Girl in the Window (Lesbian Story)

Too Gay for This; It's a Great Start

{Havilah's POV}

Havilah pulled into the college parking lot and sighed as she turned off the car, the cold trying to seep into her bones the moment the heater turned off. It was only fall, but no one told September that. The freezing air was already starting to put a frost on the leaves as they fell, and she'd been forced to buy more coffee to keep herself warm. Wrapping her sweater around her tighter, Havilah let her head drop onto the steering wheel. She hated this. Her seasonal depression was rearing it's ugly head today and she hated this, this having to give herself a pep talk in the car every morning before classes. She hated that this was her parents' idea, for her to get a doctorate in theology. She didn't even like theology. She wanted to be a dance major, or an English major, or an art major. She wanted to be able to create things and thrive off them. She wanted... peace of mind. She sighed again and murmured a prayer, asking for guidance from the only person she trusted.

"Dear God in Heaven, please send me guidance, some hope and peace. Please let me get through this day with your help. I could really use it. Or a guardian angel if you have one to spare? Amen." Her final breath puffed out in front of her, a foggy steam from the cold air already in the car. As she watched the little cloud dissipate, the roar of an all too familiar engine snapped her out of her reverie. Havilah looked in her sideview mirror as Brahn stepped off her motorcycle. Havilah's breath caught in her throat as she watched the woman adjust her leather jacket and brush unseen specks from her still-ribboned jeans before pulling off her helmet and tying it to her bike with a bike lock. She mussed her hair and slipped on some sunglasses, shaking herself out. Havilah came back to herself, taking in a deep breath and letting the feeling settle in her chest before opening her door. Right into Brahn.

"Oi, watch it you fuc- whoops," Brahn began, and Havilah couldn't tell if the colour in her cheeks was from the cold or her embarrassment. Havilah felt her face grow warm and she waved Brahn off.

"It's my fault, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there. I'm sorry. Sorry," she apologised, shouldering past Brahn towards the school. The other woman stopped her, grabbing on to her bag.

"Woah, hey! First off, it's super fine. Second, what's the rush? You late for class?"

"Please let go of my bag," Havilah asked meekly. Brahn let go immediately.

"Sorry. Will do. So, uh, what class are you in a rush to get to?"

"Anthropology," Havilah answered, adjusting her bag and heading off towards the K Building. Brahn kept pace, hands in her pockets, walking backwards to talk to her. Havilah couldn't help but smile.

"Very cool. I'll walk ya, since I'm headed that way anyway. I've got a theology class there. You okay? You look way too cold for someone in as many layers as you are."

"M'fine. I'll be better once I'm inside."

"Here," Brahn offered, unwinding her scarf from around her neck and handing it to Havilah. It looked warm and handmade, a deep plum colour not quite suited for the fall, but it was long and wide and looked very inviting. Havilah took it and wrapped it around her own freezing self without a second thought. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks and prayed that Brahn would just mistake it for the cold. "You look much warmer, now, luv."

Oh my, I am so very gay, and in so much trouble, Havilah thought, smiling in gratitude at Brahn. "Why theology?" she asked the punk woman.

"It's in K Building, and I heard that's where the prettiest girls hang out," Brahn flirted, winking at Havilah over her sunglasses. Havilah choked on a giggle and cleared her throat, smiling.

"Oh. I see. Well, a lot of people have lunch there, so maybe that's why..." Havilah tried. Brahn just hummed and righted herself, walking forward as they neared the building.