Just One Kiss (Lesbian Story) - Completed

Chapter 2

The bell rings and I sigh. I stand up slowly and gather my things from the table, giving enough time for the others to leave. As soon as the last person leaves through the door, I slump down on the chair again, exhausted. This ordeal, this life in general is just laborious. Sometimes, well most of the times now, I wonder why I continue to be so masochistic. And to think that it all went down the drain because of just one kiss.

Callie was my best friend. We had been since childhood. We had been born in the same hospital, just a few days apart. We had gone to the same playschool, had our first haircut together, learnt to ride the bicycle together, and pretty much did everything together.

I had always loved Callie. My mom had told me that, when we were young, I used to cry when she was hurt and she did the same for me. She had always said that we were meant for each other and that had always made me happy. Little did she know how literally I had taken it to the heart. Only in my teens, I had myself understood how much loved her. Too much perhaps.

I sigh again and get up with my bag. I slowly make my way to the door, dragging my feet. Maybe today would be better. I think I had already experienced my quota of awfulness for today, with my mom slapping me awake, my dad backhanding me for asking for OJ instead of the slimy oats, the rude comments by the Mrs. Wilsons on the way to school, and the usual backstabbing commentary by my dear mates. One can only hope.

I pull my sleeves down covering my hands completely. You can do this Sophia, I tell myself. Only a couple of months more and then you would be outta here. I take deep breath and step out.

I walk slowly, spacing my steps equally. It takes exactly thirty eight steps to get to the main entrance. I keep my head down. Walking fast draws attention and keeping your head down is the universal sign of submission. I am ready to submit. Hell, I've already submitted. You might think of me as weak and pathetic, maybe I am. But you don't know how my life was all those months ago, how my life is now. I would do anything, anything, to go back to how it used to be. When I was just Sophia, as opposed to 'Sophia the fag' I am now. My submission was the easiest and the cheapest price to pay. If only it were enough.

Even then all these gestures take you only so far.

"Hey you bitchin' fag, over hear" someone yells. I hear snickers and laughter. I reply by walking faster. No point laying down for them to walk over. If I make it out fast enough, maybe I would be spared. But no. Somebody grabs my arm and roughly turns me around.

"Oh EW, Jack. You might get infected with her fag germs. Even acid wont rid you off it" Risha calls out from my right. I still keep my head down. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Callie standing next to her. She doesn't say anything, not that I expect her to. She isn't my Callie anymore. Jack lets go off my hand as if burned and makes a show of washing it with a disgusted look on his face.

Well that's a relief. His touch is revolting for me too. I turn around quickly, bend down to pick my bag that had fallen when he grabbed me. I grab it and almost run from there. "Yeah runaway fag. My mama says you are going to end in hell no matter where you whore around." Risha says with a lisp, mockingly. "Your worthless existence is just an embarrassment to your mama. Sophia the faggot." She calls out loudly for the whole world to hear.

Tears threaten to fall. I cannot breakdown. I refuse to give them that satisfaction. But what she says hits home. I am an embarrassment to my mother. I am a faggot. And maybe I am worthless too.

I swipe at my cheek and feel the wetness. I turn to look at Callie. I don't mean to, but it's almost like a reflex. She wasn't looking at me, but I see the ugly smirk adorning her beautiful face. Her pale gorgeous eyes alight with amusement, burning my wrecked heart. I can't look anymore. I run, not caring where. I just run.

I run away, maybe for the last time. Maybe forever. How could I be so stupid? Did I actually think that I could survive this? Had I actually expected her to come back to me? Did I put myself through this day in and day out believing in a hope that never existed and never would?

The answer, as I made myself acknowledge was yes, I had. But no more. I give up. I give in. I run.