In my last story, I had a friend named "Pink," but I need to explain how we become friends.
My school was split into two separate schools. The teachers used to say that we were friends with the other school. Both schools were run by the same principle. I was in one of the schools, and since we had to practice our 8th grade graduation, we had to walk it to the other school. Man, was that such a long walk, we had to cross many streets just to get there.
In practice, they had us line up from the shortest to tallest. Now I was shorter than any other girl in my class, so I thought I might be in the front of the line. There was a girl shorter than me from the other class. So I was in second place. During practice, we talked from time to time. I don't do well with pretty girls, I feel uncomfortable since I'm not pretty, plus me being half gay.
After we graduated, I thought I might never see her again, I thought she was pretty funny. I went to the freshman connection, where I saw some old friends, including pink. We got a much of a closer connection. To the point she was treating me like her girlfriend. She would carass my arm, call me names THAT YOU WOULD CALL YOUR PARTNER. She even went up to people and told them I was her girlfriend. So when school came, she was all up on me, not that I care, I'm gay. She says she isn't gay.
Now whenever we are together she will touch my arm, or my chin. She does this to other girls, by the way. Assuming people have seen this, I got touched by other girls. The other day, two different girls went up to me, flirted with me, and grabbed my chin. THEN WALK AWAY AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED.
I tell people I'm bi, just because I haven't learned all the other LGBT+ stuff. My dad perfer I don't learn it as he was against it. He supports me but finds it weird with other people.
The other day, gamer (from my last story) shows me a video. I told him I was bi because he had seen how pink has treated me. In this video, there was a girl laying in bed. Now it sounds normal, but if you had seen the video, you would have seen how beautiful the girl was. I was in a blushing mess, I smacked his phone out of his hand. No matter how hard I try to forget, the image will live rent-free in my head.
So I know I may be bi, but why do girls keep coming up to as if it's normal. (I know I saw I'm not pretty, but I have been called cute many times. I think that fits my description)
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