Sage Whitehead has danced for as long as she could remember--it's always been a passion for her. And when she was given a scholarship to dance at Howard University, she jumps at the chance right away. Besides, it's always been her dream. However, Sa...
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She had definitely broken out of her shell alot more since I first met her, and it was definitely entertaining to say the least.
As if I didn't already have so much to deal with, I had to deal with an overly emotional Claire.
Last night was more of a Kumbaya moment for Claire and I, then it was us actually falling asleep. I didn't know the full details of what led up to the kiss, but Claire was pretty bothered by the fact that Alisha's ex was still in her life. I wasn't quite sure what to say about the whole situation. It didn't bother me--the fact that they kissed, that is. What bothered me was how annoying Claire was when she was 'distressed' as she said.
It was Sunday morning, and Claire was already awake eating a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. Thankfully, she looked as if she was in a better mood than she was last night, which meant that I could probably get away for the day. I was hoping she wouldn't still be sad so I could actually go and find Alisha, and confront her on the little kiss they shared.
I sat down on a chair next to her, and toyed with my phone.
"Goodmorning." Claire mentioned as she took another bite of her cereal.
I sent her a small smile and toyed through my Instagram for a lack of anything better to do. "I'm sorry about last night. I'm not going to lie, I wasn't sober." Claire mentioned as she placed her forehead on the palm of her hand. I mean, I could've guessed that from the way she was acting yesterday, but I didn't want to be that person and just assume that outside forces were the cause of her distress.
"Well, glad you're feeling better now." I mentioned, not quite sure what to say.
The atmosphere was quiet for a minute.
"Did you guys really kiss?" I questioned out of nowhere. Now that Claire had confirmed that she wasn't sober at the time of the accusations, it was best for me to get the full story now before I head over to Alisha's--if I still needed to head over there. Claire looked up from her now empty bowl of cereal before walking it to the sink. She opened the tap and let the water run for a bit before she proceeded to wash the dish. "Yeah, we kissed." Claire mentioned. Hearing it now made it a lot more permanent, and I was actually confused on what exactly I was suppose to do with this information.
"Are you like...gay?" I questioned. "I mean, not to sound rude or anything. You actually seemed hurt by her having her ex around. Do you have feelings for Alisha?" I continued.
Claire sighed and placed the bowl she had ate of into the dishwasher for it to dry before facing me.
"I don't know." She spoke finally. Her voice was wobbly, and definitely lacking the conviction that Claire was known for. "I've never been in a relationship before, so it's not like I know my preferences, but I know that that kiss I shared with Alisha was...different." Claire spoke. I stood up from my chair, and wrapped my arms around Claire. I had know idea what it felt like to realize that maybe you didn't like the gender the you were basically raised to like, but I knew it had to be a feeling that sucked. I wasn't one to judge at all, and I needed Claire to know that whether or not she had a crush on Alisha, or liked girls in general, I was still going to be there for her one hundred percent.
