Sirocco (A Lesbian Story)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

"Is that a black eye?" I asked in bewilderment as I examined the dark purplish mark on Blythe's right eye. It was very visible even beneath the thick geeky glasses she wore.

"Ahhh..." Blythe stammered but tried to laugh. "This," she pointed hilariously to her right eye. "There has been a mishap yesterday."

I looked at her incredulously before squinting my eyes suspiciously at her answer. "Come on, Blythe"

"What?" Blythe asked in confusion.

"Stop pursuing Stephanie because it is really futile," I told her frankly, dropping the bomb immediately. "It is obvious that she sees you as a punching bag or soccer net not as a potential girlfriend."

Blythe huffed disdainfully and stared at me as if I commanded her to stop breathing the air. "I told you this is just an accident!"

"An accident deliberately caused by Stephanie?" I raised my brow in a question.

Blythe opened and closed her mouth, mentally debating on what to say. She shrugged and finally said, "It was not deliberate. Stephanie taught me karate yesterday so that I would be able to defend myself should the need arose. She had given me several wallops which I successfully dodged but for the last turning kick that unfortunately landed on my right eye. It did not hurt though - promise!" She raised her right hand as if pledging.

I looked at Blythe and regarded her with pity. I did not know what type of insanity had came into her mind to pursue the sadistic Stephanie Dean Howard.

Look, Blythe was intelligent, kind, thoughtful, patient, and even kinda cute if she would only remove her geeky glasses. While Stephanie, to be honest, she was extremely beautiful, sexy in a hot way like those chicks you saw in the cover of Sports Illustrated or Maxim magazine, she was also my soccer team's captain ball and the school's martial arts champion representative but.... She was a real nasty person - mean, insensitive, hot-tempered, harsh, cruel, evil and scary. Stephanie was the living example of a devil incarnate wrapped in a fancy cover.

Blythe could have done better than Stephanie. I heard that there was someone from the Grade 7 who had a crush in her. I think the girl's name was Christine or Nadine, I was not sure. I heard that she was the top of her batch, pretty, kind and demure - she would have been perfect for Blythe. Unfortunately, Blythe had the constitution of a masochist and vision of a blind person which were the reasons why she never look at any girls other than Stephanie.

"I don't understand you, Blythe. If I am in your shoes, I will never allow anyone to treat me that way." I sermoned her. "I will find someone else. After all, Stephanie is not the only girl in the world."

Blythe scoffed at what I said. "Really? You will not understand me, Gab, you never fall in love. You might think that she treats me so badly but you don't know the real her."

"And you think you know her?" I questioned Blythe, raising my voice.

"She may be an enigma but all those months pursuing and being with her, I am able to catch a glimpse of the real character behind her hard exterior. Her true self as well as her imperfections have made me realize that she is the only one that I will love."

"You obviously got hit hard in the noggin," I commented while I wrinkled my nose in disgust at Blythe's corny words. "So is she your girlfriend now?"

"No, but..."

I cut her off. "See? You have been following her since we are in Grade 7 but there has been no real progress. You have pathetically slaved for her, volunteered to make her school works when she does not even ask you and followed her like a creepy stalker but what? Nothing!"