Dumb Love (i love being stupid)

Piper Might be a Little Bit Gay

hii just a little warning, there are mentions of underage drug use (specifically weed in this chapter, though may also come into play at some point)

"I'm just saying," Zhade said as Piper made her way to her spot before school began.

It had been a week since being scratched and everything considered, it was healing nicely. Thankfully, she found her classes to be a nice distraction, despite the pressure she put on herself to do well. In school, Piper hardly thought about her wound or monsters.

Shel looked at something in Zhade's hidden phone. "Ew. Baby, no."

Zhade scoffed. "Well, you're gay so it doesn't count."

Shel rolled her eyes and waved to Piper as she leaned against the wall. "What are y'all doing Saturday?"

Zhade gasped. "The cookout?"

"Yeah."

She punched Shel's shoulder. "You don't even have to ask, I'm going." Shel stepped on Zhade's foot. "Fucking bitch! These shoes are new!"

"No the fuck they ain't," Shel scoffed. "I've worn those shoes myself."

"Bullshit, I bought them three days ago."

"That's bull, but whatever. Serves you right." She adjusted her dark burgundy shrug that was worn over a tight black tank top and a black jean skirt complete with decorative silver chains made out of bolts and some other material to hold it together–it looked handmade and slightly worn. The alt wasn't exactly Piper's style, but she found that Shel wore it well. In fact she wore pretty much anything well, just yesterday Shel had shown up in white low rise jeans and a pastel pink and orange shirt with a series of butterfly earrings across her plethora of piercings. Her favorite had been the gold hoops with small butterflies placed on the metal. Piper glanced up at her piercings today. Black studs on her triple lobe and two small black hoops on her double helix, matching perfectly with the other side. After analyzing the outfit, Piper just wanted to keep looking at her. So she did, looking at the freckles scattered across Shel's face and the darker moles–one above her lips and the other beneath her left eye. Gods, Piper always found herself going back to those eyes.

"You?" Shel asked, knocking Piper out of whatever odd trance Shel had pulled her into.

Piper had no idea what she was asking. "What?"

"What are you doin' Sunday?"

"Not on Sunday, but I'm free Saturday. Why?"

"My family is having a cookout and shit, and my sister's baby daddy is–all of a sudden–unable to come to this event. Because, 'something came up'." Shel rolled her eyes and Piper decided to just brush past the information she'd just gained. "Fucking ass. Anyway, that was unrelated.

"Wait," Zhade said. "He's known about this cookout for, what, like two weeks now?"

"Who, David? The fuck did you expect? Him to have common decency?" Shel laughed. "Imagine the day!"

Zhade sighed. "Jesus. Marisol can do so much better."

"Yeah, I know. But she doesn't fucking listen to me."

"Marisol is your sister?" Piper asked.

Zhade wheezed and Shel pushed her off her shoulder. "Yeah, she's my baby sister."

"Damn, how do you never speak about this shit?" Zhade said, continuing to wheeze.

Shel blinked. "Babe, you good?" She did not wait for her to answer. "Uh, Mari is a... story, we'll say. I mean, she certainly liked to play around and got shocked when the bowling ball managed to make it in the gutter." Shel then shrugged, as if this was a normal thing that normal people say.