Liar Liar GirlxGirl

Chapter 8

"What. The. Fuck," Aysha growled at Melinda.

Melinda squirmed under Aysha's hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Aysh'a friend from GSA blocking Melinda's friend's path.

"Well?" Aysha growled.

"That bitch thinks she's better than everyone else," Melinda spat.

"How? She doesn't even talk to anyone but Sarah."

Melinda struggled again and Aysha turned to me. "What happened to your face?" she asked.

"She backhanded me with her rings," I answered quietly. "She's pissed that I got a solo that she wanted."

Aysha turned back to Melinda. "A solo?!" she yelled. "You beat on her over a solo?! How pathetic are you? Grow up and get over it!"

"Why do you care?" Melinda asked. "Oh, wait, I know about you. You probably like her. Dyke."

Aysha backhanded Melinda. It was harder than when Melinda hit me because it seemed to echo. The theater closed after the movie ended, so it was silent outside.

Melinda cried in pain. Aysha let go of her and watched as Melinda fell. After a moment of consideration, Aysha gave her a kick. "No go," she barked. "And if I have to hear about you again, don't think I'll forget to mention to Father Luke about your issues."

Melinda got up and ran. Her friend followed after shooting a glare our way. Aysha turned to Sarah. "Do you mind if I have a moment alone with Riley?" she asked.

Sarah shook her head. "Jen, keep her company,"Aysha said.

She led me away to the side of the theater. "Are you okay?" she asked.

I was stunned by everything that occured. I couldn't think of a response so I just nodded. I lowered my eyes to the ground. Aysha noticed. "Riley, look at me," she said.

I couldn't look up. I felt her finger under my chin ans she lifted my head up gently. She looked at me, trying to read the thoughts behind my eyes. I looked blankely at her. Her eyes seemed greener than I remembered.

"You're not okay," she said finally.

"Kinda shaken," I admitted.

"Understandable."

Suddenly, she hugged me. I hugged her back. "I'm sorry I've come off as cold to you," she apologized.

I was shocked. Aysha was apologizing to me. "It's okay," I repsonded quietly.

She held me out in front of her. "It's not. It's just that I uh, think I may like you."

Me too, I thought. Wait, no, I didn't just think that either.

"Like me?" I asked stupidly.

Aysha gave a chuckling sigh. "Like like you," she explained.

"Oh."

"I don't know if you're gay or not. You're kinda hard to read. I'm pansexual. It's your personality," she started to explain.

I smiled. "It's okay," I said. "But I uh, I don't know if I'm gay. I don't know if I like girls."

Aysha smiled too. It was weird to see her shy. She looked at me as if she was debating something. Then, out of nowhere, she kissed me.

I kissed her back. The kiss felt different than the one we had when I was drunk. She pinned me against the side wall of the closed theater. After a minute or two, we were interrupted by a throat being cleared.

Aysha pulled away and we saw Sarah and Jen standing there. "Um, Sarah says the should get going before her brother asks questions," Jen said.

Aysha nodded. "Bye," she said, hugging me.

"Bye," I said, hugging her back.

After the hug ended, I walked over to Sarah and we started walking away. I looked back to see Aysha and Jen talking. I looked forward again and kept silent.

"So," Sarah started. "You and Aysha."

"We're not dating," I said quickly. "I don't even know if I like her like that."

"That kiss seemed to show differently."

"I'm not gay."

"You don't have to be gay. You could be bi or pan or something."

"I don't know."

We were silent as we crossed the street. As we got onto the sidewalk, Sarah continued. "Well, do you find any guy attractive?"

I thought for a moment, then it hit me. I never thought of any guy, here or back in Oregon, to be attractive. "Well.." I started to counter.

"Don't lie to me. Now, have you found any girls attractive?"

I thought of one girl I was particularly close to in Oregon. Our relationship felt different, but I brushed it off as the closeness of our friendship. "Maybe one in Oregon," I admitted.

"And Aysha," she said. "Don't give me that look. You like her and your know it."

I dropped my glare and thought about what she said. She was right. If I was to be honest to myself, I did find Aysha to be very attractive. I liked her. "Maybe you're right," I admitted as we stopped in front of the apartment building.

Sarah held her key in her hand. "I'm going to say that if you have never found any guy attractive but seem to find only girls attractive that you may indeed be gay. Now, before you say anything, it is not wrong. I could be wrong in saying that you are gay. You could be bi or pan like I said before."

I looked at her. I thought she was right. I never had any thoughs of guys. I only thought of girls. I was gay. But how could it not be wrong? The Bible said it was in the Old and New Testament. My mind flickered back to the Timothy verse about female teachers. "I think I may be gay," I told her.

She smiled. "Finally you admit something," she laughed. "There's a party tomorrow. You want to come?"

I nodded. "Good," she said as she unlocked the door.

Later that night, after she fell asleep, I kept thinking. I liked Aysha just like how Aysha liked me. Should I tell her? Probably. But what would happen if anyone found out? It would spread like wildfire. My mother would flip out. She'd probably send me to some conversion camp.

I shuddered and rolled over. I hoped Aysha would show up at the party tomorrow so we could talk.

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I felt nice today. Here's another chapter :)