The Girl Who Cried Lesbian

Krystal

"GOOD MORNING CLASS!", bellowed someone who looked to be a student, "I'm Ms.Khan, your English Honors teacher for the year!"

Ms. Khan was short and lean, she had honey blond hair, and dark deep blue eyes. She looked energetic. I had a feeling this would be one of my favorite classes. 

"To start the first day off, I'm going to need everyone to stand up and take a minute to quickly tell the class about yourself. I will call your name off my roster. I apologize if I say your name wrong, just correct me," she continued to speak... "Sam"

Of course I just HAD to be the first person to get called on, I should've known though, my last name was Barrett. 

"Hi class", I stood up. "I'm Sam Barrett. I'm quiet and friendly and love meeting new people. I have a little sister and ummm, I like learning new things."

I looked around the class to see how they would react, a couple people looked bored, while others looked interested. I heard a kid say "You like learning new things, spend a night with me and i'll teach you something." This only made the class roar with laughter. Ms. Khan looked at her roster, "Mr. Kyle, I'd appreciate if you kept your rude and ignorant comments to yourself."

Kyle looked embarrased as he tried to mumble an apology. I quickly sat down, as the rest of the class was called on for introduction. I listened intently as they spoke. When Ms. Khan called on Tamara, Tamara smiled big and said "Hey y'all, I'm Tamara Jackson, i like eating, shopping and having fun. Get to know me you won't regret it." Tamara winked at me.

When Tamara was just about to sit down, a girl walked in flustered. The whole class turned to look at the short, brown-haired with red highlights girl walked in. She was shaped, she had a thick shape with huge breasts. It was like she knew she was cute, because she was wearing leggings and a small bustier that showed her stomach. The guys all gawked at her.

"Sorry Ms.Khan, i'm late, but i'm new here.", she spoke.

Ms. Khan looked at the girl "Yes, you're new along with everybody else. Don't make it a habit. What is your name?"

The class laughed while the girl tried to sit down. 

She stood up. "I'm Krystal Marie Jones, and I just moved here from Georgia. I love to read and write. My interest? Girls." She sat back down.

The guys sucked their teeth as they knew they would never had a chance with her. But i knew most of them would try anyways, guys are such pigs. I looked at her. Damn, she's beautiful. I continued to check her out. Krystal looked at me and winked. I blushed and turned back around. I could feel Tamara's eyes staring at me, so I glanced quickly to see that Tamara was raising her eyebrows at me.

"OK, class, to start off the school year, I've decided to do something different. We're gonna have a group project. You have 2 minutes to get into groups of 3. I'm watching the clock." Ms. Khan spoke to the class.

Immediately, people began to rush to their friends and get into their groups. Me and Tamara gave each other the look as I walked over towards her. I noticed Krystal walking towards me.

"Hey, I didn't catch your name since I was late. But do you mind if I join your group?", she asked.

"T, you mind?" I asked Tamara. Tamara gave me a head nod.

"Yeah, you can join us. And my name is Sam." I said to Krystal.

We bunched our desks up into a small cluster just as Ms.Khan was passing out the class syllabus and the grading scale. 

"Alright class, this project will take all week. It is gonna be the way we learn about one another. You will all take today to discuss and plan about things your group all have in common. Tomorrow, I will move on to part B of the project. Any questions? Just ask. Now, talk!" Ms. Khan yelled.

Tamara, Krystal and I looked at each other and thought of ways we all can relate. It was Krystal who broke the ice. 

"I like your shirt", she said to me.

I looked down. I had on a basic white tank top. Was she coming on to me?

"Thanks." I mumbled nervously and looked away.

Tamara was the next to speak.

"Okay Krystal, well me and Sam are best friends, so y'all exchange numbers so we can link up and do this project during lunch or something".

I looked at Tamara with a death glare. She probably knew I was interested in Krystal and was just trying to help.

I wrote down my number. Krystal smiled at me and reached down in her bag for a pen. Some of her cleavage "accidentally" spilled out. What a tease.

"Oops!", she giggled, "I can never get these babies to stay put."

She looked at me. I pretended not to notice. She wrote down her number on my hand, and told me to text her anytime. Now I was sure that she was either interested in me, or just a flirt. All I knew was that this year would be interesting.

The bell rang, it was time for second class. I looked at my schedule and observed that I had math next with Mr. Henry. Ugh... Math was my problem class.