Fate? Not Likely. (Lesbian Story)

Fate? Not Likely.

 A/N. -- The Picture Is Of Persephone, A.K.A. Taylor Jardine.

Chapter One.

It’s hard to say, explain, or put into words what I felt when I met her. I didn’t know this would happen. If  I had, though, I probably would have even tried to put a stop to it. Now, I regret it. Especially because of the position that all of this has put me in. I’ve never felt like this. The feeling where, at one point, your palms sweat, your mind spins, and your stomach is spinning a 360’? Then, not even ten minutes later, you’re throats dry of words, your mind is still spinning, but more like you want to fall over, hit your head on a rock, and die, and your stomach is still doing a 360, but to the point that you are in dire need to throw up? But, then again, you’re still willing to put up with the endless cycle of all that, just for that one special person? That’s how I felt for her.

I’ve never had these types of feelings before for anyone. Not one single human being on this earth was as special to me as she was. And she ruined me. She hurt me. She left me.

And…she’s back.

The moment I saw her walk through that classroom door, two years after she broke my heart, everything in the room went away. The students, the teacher, the desks, everything. Besides me and her. I sat there, staring, confused. Wondering, ‘What the hell is she doing here’? Granit, I got my answer the moment I saw her smile and walk over to Brad, giving him a peck on the lips and sitting down. Brad would use his parents money to get her to come down here.

She hadn’t even noticed me.

Had I really changed that much? Or was I just not one of those people that you’d notice the first time you walk into somewhere, get that feeling that you should look at someone, then look at them? If that makes any sense. I’m not sure, I’m just ranting.

Class ended. And she still hadn’t noticed me or acknowledged my existence. I don’t get how I could move across the country and she’d find me. 

I blew a piece of hair out of my face as I walked down the hall and into the cafeteria, where everyone was stuffing their faces with some…meatloaf? Who knows.

Cheyenne sat down beside me at our table. She turned to me and said, “So. About that new chick…” I held up my hand, 

“I don’t even want to talk about her right now.” I said, putting my hand back down on the table and shaking my head.

Cheyenne pursed her lips, “What went on today?”

She’s my best friend. I should probably tell her we had a thing. 

“She’s my ex-girlfriend.” I said, sighing.

“Wait. That’s Alyssa?” She said, eyes wide.

“Yup.” 

“Oh…” She said, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly, “Well…she’s really pretty?”

“She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah…She seems nice.”

“She’s a cold hearted, selfish bitch.” I said, glaring at the table.

“Oh.”

“Sorry, memories are coming back.” I said, smiling a little at her face.

Cheyenne relaxed, smiling a little back at me. “It’s okay,  I know how you’d feel if the ex-love of your life came to the school and was all up on her new boyfriend.”

My smile faded into a frown.

“Oops…” Cheyenne said, getting up. “Well…call me later! Love you!”

I hit my head on the table multiple times and waved her off with my free hand.

I brought my head back up when I heard the bell ring. I hadn’t even eaten anything. Oh well. I ran a hand through my hair before I pulled my book bag over my shoulder and walked away. I walked into the girls bathroom for a second, checking my appearance. I’m not one to care for how I looked usually, but I just went through a mental breakdown which involved me banging my head multiple times on a lunch table.

This is an exception.

I looked into my green eyes. Why couldn’t I like guys? Why did I have to like girls?

My hair was fine. I ran my fingers through some of the knots and it went back to it’s natural waves. I put eyeliner on the top lids of my eyes, giving them a wing. I put on a little blush, which I liked to do because it brought out my cheekbones rather nicely. That’s usually all I ever did to re-do my make-up at school.

I looked pretty, I thought. Walking out of the bathroom.

I ran into the one person I really would have liked to avoid for the next 365 days.

“Oh…I’m sorry, here let me--” Alyssa stopped, staring at me while I was on the ground.

“Persephone?” She said, squinting a little. “Is that you?”

“No.” I said, trying to get up.

“It is you.” She said, smiling a little. “I missed you. How’ve you been?”

Why the hell is she being nice to me? This bitch broke my heart.

…but I love her.

“Why are you here?” I said, completely ignoring her question. “I thought I left you back in California.”

Hurt covered her flawless face, making her purse her lips. “Brad wanted me to come live with him. So here I am.”

“I honestly couldn’t give to halves of a shit for you and Brads relationship. I don’t want to hear it.” I said, looking away from her, getting up off the ground, then brushing myself off.

I looked back at her, and she was standing there, looking at me with those big brown eyes of hers.

“So it’s going to be like that? Where you’re all of a sudden a huge bitch to me because you moved across the country and I’m here because the guy I like--” So she doesn’t love him… “--Is wanting me to move in with him so we can be together.”

“That’s not the reason I dislike you.” She winced. “I don’t like you because you broke my heart. You took every little hope in me that I had for the world. All of my love, was wasted on you. And I moved to get away from you. To have a fresh start, maybe fall in love with a girl who will treat me the way I treated you. Like I’m the most precious thing in her eyes.” I looked at her, and she stood there, looking back into my eyes.

“You don’t understand how much I loved you.” I whispered, caressing her face between my right hand and stroking my thumb over her cheek. “You never understood. You never understood you were everything to me.” 

I dropped my hand, walking away. Leaving her staring after me.