Good luck, Babe!! -story about a girl who thinks she's not lesbian and her gf

Chapter 1- The beginning of freshman year

I'm starting high school. Only four more years until I go to Stanford. I have my first day today. I clip my straightened hair back with a pink clip and a yellow clip. I put my boots on and grab my backpack before I'm rushing out the door so I don't miss my bus.
When I get to school, I realize how big it is. It's never looked quite so big when driving past it...but now...I feel like I'm standing in front of Mount Everest. Like I'm standing in front of my future. I nervously walk in, trying not to run into anyone as I move through the stampede of kids. I just about get run over a girl. A tall one I assume since I ran straight into her chest and fall to the ground like an idiot. She sits on the floor in front of me, asking if I'm ok, but all I notice is her pretty, pink and black, curly hair. I notice her soft brown eyes and her nice smile. I notice what I'm doing and quickly stand up. I was only admiring her looks. Girls do that. I mean she is very pretty it'd be odd not to notice. She stands up as well and...yeah she's tall. I'm only up to her shoulder and I'm a pretty normal height. She tilts her head, "Are you ok?" She asks gently. Oh my gosh her voice is gorgeous too. I smile a little, " 'Course I am," I respond awkwardly. She smiles, "Good," And then she's gone. It's then I notice that my face is hot and my heart is going about 1000 miles per hour. Again, I'm admiring her. She's nice...and pretty. Very pretty. I walk to my class and see her there. She sees me and waves. I sit beside her. Wow. These desks make people so close. I can barely look at her. I'm nervous. People don't usually make me nervous. She tilts her head, "uh...you ok?" She asks sweetly. I finally look at her. Her eyes are gorgeous. I smile a little, "Yes...I'm....i'm fine," I respond. She smiles, "Good. Uh do you want to go to a concert with me? I know it's sudden, but my friend cancelled...so?" She asks. I blink, "um..I..sure.." I answer with uncertainty. She laughs a little, "ok. I'll pick you up at 6 on Friday," she says, before turning towards the board and the teacher. I do the same. Why did I say yes? My mom would never allow that....i have to study....i'm an idiot.
Me and Lacey got really close this week. It is now Friday. I told my Mom I was going with her to study. I've never lied to her so I'm surprised I did it so well. Lacey and her older brother pull up and I get in the backseat with Lacey. Her older brother laughs, "You're going to a rock concert in that?" He asks. I frown. I was wearing slightly baggy jeans, a dull purple long sleeve shirt, and a white tank top underneath. Lacey smiles, "Nope," she pulls out a black laced tank top. I tilt my head, "I am not wearing that," I say softly. She gives me a look. She could do that and I'd do anything for her. I sigh and take the shirt. We get to the concert and her brother leaves us at the front. We walk in and she hold my hand. I feel my face get hot and I guess she notices because she leans over and whispers in my ear, "just so I don't lose you in the crowd,". For some reason her whispering in my ear made it a lot worse. We give the security person our tickets and we go into the bathroom so I can change my shirt. I walk out of the stall and she smiles, "You look hot," she says confidently and turns to leave the bathroom. I feel my palms get sweaty but ignore it. When we leave the bathroom she grabs my hand again, intertwining her fingers with mine. We get to the pit, the band already playing. I smile as she jumps to the song with everyone else, still holding my hand. I start to jump with her, finally having fun for once in my life. The song slows and starts sounding like the most beautiful song I've heard in my life. It sounds like Lacey. I look at her and lean over, so she could hear me, "this song reminds me of you...it's beautiful," I say softly. She looks at me, "yeah?" She asks, "I was thinking the same about you" she replies. I stare at her. The blue light radiating from the stage makes her so much more beautiful...almost ethereal. We stare at each other. She looks down and then back to my eyes. She leans in a little and kisses me. Kisses me. Her lips are as soft as they look. I lean into the kiss. I've seen friends do this. It doesn't mean anything. She pulls away, looking into my eyes. I don't say anything. Neither does she. Well what do you say when you kiss your friend?
The concert ends. We walk out and wait for her brother. She turns towards me, "Lani..we kissed," I feel my heart rate rising. I look at her, "We did.." I answer softly, not knowing what to say. She sighs, "Are you..do you like girls?" She asks. My eyes widen, "No. I..no. I just..." I don't like girls. She looks at me with pity and hurt, "Girls don't just kiss girls. Did you like the kiss? And don't lie to me," she says. She gives me that look. I look at her, "I did," I answer honestly. She nods, "I'll make a deal with you. You don't like girls after that's fine...but let's...act like we're together for a while. If your parents aren't ok with that then we'll keep it a secret from them," she offers. I stare at her for a second, "Ok," I respond. So now I'm dating Lacey? Well...fake dating her.
It's been about 2 weeks and we've been acting like we're "together". Mostly at school. I haven't gone to her house. She told me she doesn't know if I should, but she finally invited me to come tonight.
At about 7 I arrive at Lacey's. Her parents great me at the door and I walk up to her room. For some reason, I'm nervous. I enter and she's sitting on her bed, watching TV. I walk in and sit beside her. She looks at me, "You're pretty," she says softly. I smile, "You are too," I respond. She smiles a little. She leans in closer, "Lani...I'm gonna kiss you," she says. I freeze. She kisses me, and I kiss her back. Her hands come up and cup my face. I lean into her, kissing her softly. She runs her hands through my hair, and god does that feel good. My arms wrap around her waist. She pulls me as close as she can. Her hands move to my hips, gripping them tightly. She pulls away, "I won't do this if you don't tell me the truth," she says sternly. "What?" I ask softly, my voice desperate and impatient. She sighs, "Do you like girls, Lani," She asks. Oh. I can lie. I want this but I'm smart enough to know that if I tell her I don't she'll stop. I don't like...girls. I swallow harshly, "yes," I answer as confident as I can. She leans back in and kisses me. I kiss her back and run my hands through her beautiful curls. She's just so gorgeous. Her hands move from my hips to my thighs. She carefully pushes me back on to her bed. She wraps her arms around my waist, hugging me as she kisses me sweetly.
About 10 minutes later, we finally stop. She grabs my hand and we watch TV together. I just made out with a girl. Lacey of all people. Not that it's completely crazy. I've always thought she was pretty...but not like this. I don't think. Oh my god. What if I like her? What if I'm into girls? I mean I've never liked a guy. I've never had the desire to even kiss a guy...I mean not really. I've thought about kissing a girl more than a guy...I've thought about dating a girl more than dating a guy. What is wrong with me? What's going on?