Some Girls Date Other Girls (Lesbian Story)

Not Studying in Study Hall

Sofie:

It was later in the day and I was in study hall. The room we have it in is actually pretty cool with random couches and chairs and tables placed randomly around the room, creating a very chill and relaxed vibe. I was sitting on an ottoman listening to music because I didn't have any work to do and was trying to inconspicuously stare at Ashley. Despite everything I still found her so attractive. I kept thinking about how funny she is, and how much we would get along if she didn't...you know... hate me...

I wished I would stop thinking about how nice her smile is and how much i wanted her to smile at me or have her laugh at something I said (Although once, I made a joke and I swear she laughed to herself but then again, maybe she was just coughing?...)

I knew it wasn't fair to me to like someone who made me feel so bad all the-

Wait! I thought. I like her?! My eyes widened at the thought. I'm doing it again! Why do I always like people who will never like me?! I swear something wrong with m-

My thoughts were interrupted by someone tapping me on the shoulder. It was one of the girls sitting at a table next to me.

I pulled out an earbud and she said "Ms. Larson is calling you"

"Oh!" I said, turning off my music and going up to the front of the room.

"Hi, Sofie" said Ms. Larson, smiling at me, "You're not doing any work are you?"

"Nope" I said smiling back at her.

"Well would you be able to do me a favor?"

"Sure!" I said.

"See that couch over there?" she said pointed over to a dark green couch that no one was supposed to sit on.

"The springs in it are broken, so it sags. The school got a new one and it's down in the office. Can you carry this one down and bring the new one up?

"Great!" she said, seeing me nod.

"You're going to need someone to help you carry it down, how about...Ashley."

"Oh, no!" I said nervously, "Don't worry about it, I said not even looking in Ashley's direction,"I can do it myself!"

"Nonsense! The couch won't fit in the elevator so you're going to need to carry this one down the staircase and the other one up. You're going to need two people. Ashley! Come here!"

I cringed as Ashley came over next to me. I felt her shoulder brush mine and static electricity between our clothes. I didn't look at her as Ms. Larson explained to her what she wanted us to do.

"Are you sure you want me to go with her?" she said.

I looked at her when she said it because she didn't seem angry that she was going to have to be around me, she seemed nervous and sounded like she was begging not to have to go.

She probably couldn't stand the thought of having to spend even a second alone with me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Yes?" Ms. Larson looked between the two of us strangely. "It shouldn't take too long if you go now"

We both sighed and went over to the couch and lifted it up, moving it out of the room and into the hall.

I had forgotten that I had hurt my wrist awhile ago and it hasn't completely healed yet.

I was in a lot of pain but I didn't want to say anything because that meant we would have to put down the couch. But I was struggling to keep going once we got to the stairwell we had to bring the couch down and at first Ashley looked like she was going to ask if I was okay, but then she started yelling at me.

"I knew I shouldn't have gone with you! You're so weak you can't even carry the couch when I'm doing most of the work?!"

"I'm sorry!" I said "I'm trying but I hurt my wrist!" I dropped my end of the couch and looked at my wrist, which was turning red and hurt a lot

She dropped her end too and stepped around the couch towards me, " I'm so sick of having to be around you! Do you know how hard it is to be in so many classes with you everyday?!"

I looked up from my wrist which had started shaking and i stared at her. I was angry and confused. I started yelling at her too.

(Thankfully because the stairs were away from any classes we weren't disturbing anyone otherwise we could have been in a lot of trouble.)

"Why do you hate me so much?! I've always been nice to you! We've been going to school together for years! Why did you all of sudden start hating me! What did I do to you?! Why you treat me like this?!"

With each sentence I got closer and closer to her and more and more angry. "Tell me!" I said angry standing right in front of her. "Tell me why!"