Taste Sugar (oneshot)

Part 1

"Umm.. Melanie and -uh- Y/N," my science teacher calls out. This can't be! Melanie and I have been enemies ever since kindergarten. Why the heck did Mrs. Wilson have to pair us up for a project? Didn't she know?
   "Excuse me, Mrs. Wilson?" I raise my hand.
    "Yes, Y/N, what's the problem?" she asks, concerned.
     "Melanie and I can NOT work on this together," I whisper, "I HATE her!"
    "I don't want to hear it, Y/N. You better shape up before I call your parents!" she orders, "Now, why don't you go and make plans with her to work on the project after school. It's a grade, you know." I sigh. This can not be happening! Without choice, I make my way over to where Melanie is sitting. She scowls lowly at me, and I can already tell this wasn't the best decision. Mrs. Wilson's eyes are locked on me as the teacher continues to call out pairs for the project, so I begin to speak.
"So.. I guess we're partners."
   "Yeah.." she replies, staring down at her hands neatly folded on the desk.
"Ummm.. So how about you come to my house around 5:30 on Friday? My parents won't be home; they'll both be drinking at some lame party.." I start to giggle, nervously.
Melanie stares up at me with her pretty penny-colored eyes and says,
     "Sounds gr- ok." Then, Mrs. Wilson dismisses us.
Honestly, I think she's just trying to be rude to me. *sigh* Also, I'm not even quite sure why we hate each other so much in the first place. Ever since we were wee tots, we've been insulting one another with rude names and slurs, never actually trying to be nice once! And the worst part of the whole situation is . . . I find Melanie attractive. I like her. And yes, I am quite lesbian. It's something I've never really talked about before, but I am attracted to girls, especially Melanie.
    It's just something about how her multicolored bangs fall perfectly upon her forehead of her doll-like face. Something about how her chocolatey brown eyes light up when the lunch ladies announce they're serving cookies, and they singe right through your soul. How she's constantly talking about the dolls she's collected with her friends; you can really tell she loves collecting them. And just something about her overall personality that sends me over the edge and trembling. I just wish I could tell her this without getting shot at with her clever jibes. Hmm.. Well let's just see how Friday goes.