83%.83% of the world's population is not completely straight. And what I mean is that they have some attraction to the same-sex.
So I'm good, right? Being attracted to another female is normal, right?
Cindy Lasflake.
Pretty. Athletic. Not really popular, but known enough to be talked about.
Her past as a....well that's not really important. Just know she was making a lot of dollar bills - Benjamin's to be exact. And she had this strong distinct smell of cigarettes and and Men's Axe.
We talk everyday, and of course I know that she's lesbian. She talks about other girls butts like it's nothing. I go along with the conversation because she's a close friend of mine. After everyone found out about her past, she lost a lot of friends, but gained new male ones.
Chemistry. 3rd period. I sit front row. Cindy, right behind me.
We receive our tests back. Cindy peers over my right shoulder.
Hmm. Not Axe today. Hmm. Flowery. Nice.
"What did you get?" Her high-pitched voice warms me.
"A 68 plus 1"
"69. My favorite number." She winks and sits back in her chair, reviewing the test.
I shake my head and grin. "What did you get?"
She shrugs her shoulders. "An 83."
I frown. "How is that even possible? You don't understand anything in this class. Do you even know what the atomic number of Oxygen is?"
"No, but I know the mass of C19H28O2." She smirks.
The bell rings. I ball up the test and stuff it into my backpack. We exit the class. And start down the corridor.
"Okay, so why don't you come over tonight and we study?"
"Study? With you? That's an all-time low." I chuckle.
"Do you want to pass or not?" She takes a sharp left then into her Wood shop class.
I ponder. Maybe. I can figure two things out: transition metals and "lesbanology."
4th period. History.
I text Cindy.
"Meet you there at 7?"
"I knew you would come around" and with a winky face, it was done. My life was going to change. Maybe for the better.
Bell rings. 4 'o clock. School's over. Countdown to the end of my time now.
Part 2 to 83% coming soon. I write quickly so don't worry more Cindy coming up.
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