Chapter Eleven

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After Spanish, and a couple other classes, it's time for lunch. I went to my locker and grabbed my purse and my other stuff for my classes. There was a note in my locker that said, 'Go kill yourself dyke.'

"Maybe one day," I thought to myself.

My heart sinks when I get into the lunch room. I have no one. No one wants to sit with me. I sigh and make my way to the door, no one will be in the court yard, it's 40 degrees out. I tug at the edge of my sleeve and walk out. There's about ten outcasts shattered around the schoolyard. Two of them give me a confused look, also known as the love birds that come out here to have a make out session before class. The rest are a small group of nerds I've seen in a halls that gets bullied by Bethany, a couple goth girls listening to music, and some stoners.

I walk around the yard and find a tree. I look around the tree's area and see no one. I sit down next to the tree, leaning on it's trunk. Looking down at my wrists, remembering what my sleeves are covering. I need to stop one of these days.

The day goes on, class by class, Bethany's minions picked on me. Nate, he didn't, he just acted like I wasn't even there. It was finally the end of the school day, and I could go home. I skip going to my locker and I rush to my car. I know Bethany is upset since what happened in Algebra. I get to my car   and I pull out my keys. I unlock the door and rush in my car. I start driving, I see Holly. She looks so sad.

I slowly stop the car, and roll down my passenger side window. "Hey, what's wrong," I ask. "Umm, Lydia, can you take me home?" I nod and unlock the car doors. She gets in my car. "Where's your car," I ask her as I drive. "Your sister took it, she needed it to take her to club to perform... She won't be back until tomorrow morning."

"Where's your mom," I ask.
"I don't know," she says nervously.
"You can spend the night at my house. My mom won't be home until next month," I suggest.
"Really," she turns to me excitedly.
I nod and pull into my driveway.

I take her into the house. She walks towards Amber's room. "You can go upstairs with me, if you want," I say with an inviting smile. "Okay, I'll be back up there after I finish my homework," she says with a smile.

I bite my lip as I watch her walk back into the room. She had such a curvy sexy body. I love the way she moved, it's like she doesn't know she's sexy but kinda does. I don't know how to explain it. She leaves me wordless.

I walk up to my level. I brush my hair back with my fingers, I need to clean up before Holly comes up here. I start picking up clothes I threw on the floor, and throw them in my hamper. I grab a trash bag and start throwing away any trash. I keep cleaning until my room starts to look like one of the rooms from tumblr. I clean outside my room, where my living room is and my little kitchen area I have. I take two trash bags outside and put them in the trash cans. I go back up to my level and start playing my favorite song on my speakers. Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko.

I hear steps coming up the steps faster and faster. Like someone is running up and the steps. I see Holly standing there, "I love this song," she says out of breath. We lay on my bed side by side just talking and listening to music. Whenever it's her favorite part of the song she'll either sing it or air drumming  to it.

"Holly, " I say quietly.
"Yeah," she asks turning down my music.
"I'm sorry for what happened at the hospital. I was just mad because I didn't have my....cigarettes," I say looking down.
"You smoke," she asks.
"Yeah, it calms me," I say.
"I guess it's okay, I shouldn't have rushed us."
"Is there an us?"
"Yes, if you want there to be."
"Holly, I love you."
"I love you, too."

I look at her and she kisses me. Sparks fly through my body, I feel fireworks flying. I start kissing her back. She begs for access by licking my bottom  lip, I open my mouth a little and she slips her tongue in my mouth. We begin French kissing, I pull her body closer to mine. She slowly pulls away by biting my bottom lip. I move my hands on her waist and keep her close to me as we start kissing again.

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