Unorthodox Love

》cHaPTeR tHrEe《

I was lucky enough to have Cayenne in most of my classes. Within that small stretch of time Cayenne and I grew really close. At first I thought she would have other friends considering the fact that she's very pretty. But to my surprise she hasn't talked to anyone else but me.

I wanted to ask her why, I mean she is a really charming girl, why doesn't she have other friends? But I thought that it would be rude to ask her so I just left the question swirling in my head, burning to be answered.

Along with that was a question about Axel. In fact, most questions in my mind are about him. Who exactly is Axel Maverick? I get that he's literally a Maverick but I know that there's more to that. I know that Axel isn't just Axel, there's a story about him. Why would Kaden even hate him so much to advise me to stay away from him? And so much more.

The bell rung just as my train of thought ended. Stuffing my notebook into my backpack I felt eyes burning the back of my neck. Looking over to Cayenne's desk I found her putting her things away as well. I turned to the back of the classroom and confirmed that my suspicion was correct. Someone was indeed looking at me, and it's not other than Axel Maverick.

He held my gaze for a moment with a blank expression. Then what he did next really took me by surprise he smiled at me. Not the annoying smirk. Not the make-a-million-girls-swoon grin. But the earnest smile that actually reached his eyes.

I felt the heat creep up my cheeks in embarrassment and the only choice I had was to look away to hide my embarrassment.

When I looked back I found Cayenne with an evil smirk on her face. She wiggled her eyebrows, I would normally laugh at her antics but her actions only added to my embarrassment. I heard a chuckle from the back of the room making the heat radiate even more.

"Let's go." I muttered

Cayenne laughed as we walked to my locker. We were getting weird looks again and it's starting to bother me. I'm pretty sure I don't have dirt on my face. Maybe it's my outfit.

I looked at my outfit to inspect it. Oh God, maybe it is my outfit.

I suddenly felt uneasy at the thought. There's nothing wrong with my outfit, it's the color I fear. I knew it. I should've just wore all black, or grey. The shades looked like the contrasted each other. My high waist pants are darker than quarter - sleeved shirt. All in all, I thought I looked decent. Then again, I could look like a hot mess.

"Hey, are you okay?" Cayenne's eyebrows knitted in concern, her eyes filled with worry.

My gaze lingered on the linoleum tiles for a while. Maybe she would understand... Wait. She already knows I'm color blind, why am I having second thoughts on telling her? You could get embarrassed...

"Does my outfit look okay?" I blurted out.

Her eyes widened in surprise in my question. Just like she did when I asked for help during Art. She looked at me up and down then raised an eyebrow. "Your outfit looks perfectly fine. Is anything bothering you?"

I looked at her eyes. "Is it just me or are we getting weird looks from everybody?"

As soon as I said that she averted her eyes away from me. "They are looking at us." She muttered.

I opened my mouth to start asking questions but before I could she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the restroom. I figured maybe this was a topic to be discussed in private.
Once we were alone in the confines of the empty bathroom I waited for Cayenne to start talking. She fiddled with her fingers as she looked at me through the mirror.

When my patience ran out I decided to talk first. "Why were they looking at us like that?"

She looked very hesitant but still answered. "It's not your fault they were looking at us like that. Mostly it's because of me." Her voice came out as a mere whisper.

I was unfazed by her remark, confusion was still the main look I had."Why?"

"You know you're really pretty, Ava. I know you're color blind and all but you don't have to doubt yourself. In fact you should be confident." She said.

Wait, what?

"Woah, woah, woah. How did this all turn to me?"

"Because you were doubting yourself back there. At the heat of the moment the first thing you thought was to place the blame on yourself when there could be other reasons. And in my opinion, that's kinda harsh to yourself." She pointed out.

Even if she used my doubt only as a diversion I still took her words in consideration. She had a major point there, except the topic isn't really about me. "Thanks, I'm glad you said that." I said honestly. "But what's the deal? Really? I am not leaving this restroom until you tell me what's up."
She sighed in defeat and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm bi." She hastily said. But I still caught what she said clearly.

"You're bi?" I seriously don't know what she meant by that.

"I'm bisexual." She said almost shamefully. She looked away from me.

I don't get it.

I still stood there unfazed by what she said. What the heck does that have to do with anything? When she saw that I wasn't making a move she shook her head lightly. "Why aren't you leaving?" A tear fell from her eyes.

I frowned at that. "Why would I leave?"

Then she broke down.

"Because! I'm disgusting! I'm a disgrace to this school. Nobody wants me here. I'm worthless and I am not worthy of your time!" She cried.

Some girls would be flattered but I'm not that selfish. Instead, I walked to her and hugged her. She
It took a moment for her to grasp the situation but when she did, she enveloped me in her arms as well. "Don't say that. Being bisexual doesn't change anything about you. Why would I be disgusted by that? Much less, leave you." I pulled away but still held her shoulders. "The Cayenne I know is a kind and bubbly girl. Bisexual or not you're still a cool girl I would like to hang out with. Instead of making fun of me because I'm color blind you chose to still be friends with me, and I tell you not everyone do that."

She sobbed again "It just hurts when everybody treats you like an alien, like you have a disease." Her voice cracked.

"Shh... I know how it feels." I really did. "But you know what? Just ignore those idiots. If they can't see that you're such an amazing person then it's their loss, not yours"

She laughed silently then cracked a smile. "I'm glad to have you here."

"Me too." I grinned

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We spent a lot of time in that bathroom. She told me everything that happened when she came out of the closet.

She said that she had a crush on this girl back then. And she thought that she would treat her girl crush just like she did with boys, so little Cayenne confessed to her crush.

Cayenne knew the girl wasn't into girls but she still gave it a shot anyway. Just as she anticipated, she was rejected. After that Cayenne didn't gain any interest on girls in this school, they treated her like Crap. After her whole confession all the girls made an extra measure to avoid Cayenne even if she didn't have interest in them, same goes for the boys. Fast forward to sophomore year, Cayenne gained a crush on this transfer student. He wasn't really as good looking as the popular boys were but Cayenne still liked him. Repeating history, Cayenne confessed. But even if her crush was a guy, he rejected her just because she was bisexual. And ever since then nobody treated her normally.

I understood what she went through, completely. I was about to tell her my story when the bell rung, we just missed the whole lunch.

She offered me a granola bar but I declined politely. I lost my whole appetite when I realized something.

I was supposed to meet Kaden.