Chapter 1: A Common Mistake

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A/N: Hey guys!! I'm so glad that you decided to read this so before I start I'd recommend that if you haven't read the first book (The Problems of Love) you go do that😉 also as a new thing I may stop authors notes at the beginning of every single chapter (someone messaged and recommended that I stop cuz it was annoying lol) I'll still put in a song but that (the song and artist) plus the person who has the POV will be the only thing before a chapter. So I'm gonna get started! Enjoy!

For the First Time by The Script
Jenny

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Mom, dad I have something to tell you. I'm not lesbian. I've met a guy who's helped me realize that I'm not what I thought I was. I know that-

I tore out the piece, banishing the thought from my desk. It was useless. They'd think I was crazy, like when I came out and told them I was lesbian.

I grabbed my phone to call Rose, and set it back down. She had enough to deal with.

Just last week, she had been told that her mother, the one person she hated more than anyone else (only I knew that, a fact I was proud of) had just been returned to safety was a big thing for her. Nobody else knew how Rose felt about her mom, especially about what she'd done that night.

I set it down again and went over to my bed, face-planting into it. I groaned as I felt my phone vibrate. I lifted it up to my ear and it automatically answered.

"Hey K," Eli said, slightly laughing.

I smiled. Ever since we had found out each other's middle names, (we were watching Men In Black, so you can see how we got excited) we had an ongoing joke about it.

"Hey J, what's up?" I asked, smiling.

"You. Me. Date?" He said, mischievously.

I laughed. "You're expecting me to say yes to that?" I asked, jokingly.

He faltered. "Uhhhhh,"

I giggled. "Of course, I would love to."

There was a slight pause, in which I heard him put down the phone and yell "YES" in the background before picking it back up. "Dress nice I'll pick you up at six so we can have you back by 9:30." Which he knew was my curfew.

I grinned. "I'll see you then, J,"

"You know you will, K" he said before hanging up.

I laughed and fell back onto my bed. He was amazing. And then I looked at the time. 5:30 my phone read. Crap.

I sprung out of bed immediately and slammed open my closet, fishing out my best pair of jeans and a cute light blue slouch sweater. I pulled them on and rushed into my bathroom already pulling my hair away from my face. I braided my bangs back and pulled everything else into and even French braid. I had just finished putting on lip gloss when the doorbell rang. I smiled. Five minutes early.

I skipped downstairs and answered the door, my smile fading as I realized it wasn't Eli.

"Rose?" I asked, frowning. "What are you doing here?"

She walked past me and straight into the kitchen grabbing the Oreos from my brother's hiding place and plopping onto the couch. "I hate my life."

I smirked. "What'd she do?" I asked.

She started to go on about something that I didn't pay any attention to whatsoever, when the doorbell rang again. Rose stopped and smiled that mischievous smile that got her in trouble for no reason with every single teacher.

"Eli?" She asked, smiling.

"Yeah," I said, blushing.

"Well go get him tiger!" She grinned as I groaned and shooed her into the closet next to the door before answering it.

Eli was wearing a baby blue button down the same color as my sweater and his famous jeans. His brownish-black hair was tousled and his eyes were bright. I smiled. He was adorable.

"Ready?" He asked, offering his arm.

"One minute," I raised my voice. "Ok when you're done just let yourself out, need anything text, goodnight!" I yelled, hoping Rose would catch on.

After I shut the door, he gave me an odd look. "Who were you talking to?" Eli asked.

I bit my lip. "Just a neighbor she's helping out around the house for Honor Society hours."

He smiled in understanding and led me off to his car. When I looked back at the house, I saw Rose in the window smiling and waving.

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