"Seriously P? Quinn Campbell is practically untouchable."
"Untouchable? We'll see about that."
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A love story between a girl, another girl, and the desire for the things we simply cannot have.
Rankings:
# 135 forbidden love
# 55 Paige
# 60 PaigeBue...
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Layla and I chatter nervously in the back of an uber, on the way to the address Roman had sent me.
It had been about a week since the first basketball game—since Paige Bueckers and I had our first interaction. Unfortunately, that seemed to be our last. Well, besides pointlessly sending photos back and forth on our snapchats, with hours and hours of her not responding. Which I could only retaliate in hopes of not coming off as a fan girl.
It had only brought down a rush of reality on me. Paige Bueckers and I could maybe be friends at most. Plus, I doubt she even knows I'm into girls anyways. Most people didn't.
It was never something I hid, but it was also never something I boasted about. Being into girls was something I had almost always known about myself. It was the most natural thing I had ever felt. It didn't feel like some big decision that took me years to find out, and so I never went out of my way to inform people of my feelings for women.
Straight people don't have to come out and say it, so why should I have to? It seemed unconventional for me to do, but I never looked down on those who did. Not everyone came from such a supportive family as I did.
"Hello?" Layla waved a hand in my face. Tonight, she wore a Dallas Cowboys' Cheerleader costume. "Did you hear anything I just said?" She asks, screwing her face.
I pause, not realizing I had zoned out and taken in zero of what she said. I look down and press my lips together. "No..."
She sets both hands on my shoulders rather roughly. "Snap out of it! I look hot, you look hot. This will be fun!" She smiles. "C'mon. Affirmations. Your turn."
I do what she says, snapping out of my thoughts. "I look hot, you look hot. This will be fun."
"Great, okay." The uber slowly comes to a stop. We arrive at what looks like a frat, but I can tell it's not your normal frat party. It isn't too loud and not a single soul is outside. It's a party full of athletes, I quickly conclude. "Perfect timing!" Layla squeals.
