Love, Rosie

WARNING: GIRL AND GIRL, BOY AND BOY, TRANS-BOY AND GIRL, ADULT LANGUAGE, SEXUAL LANGUAGE

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I honestly had no idea what was going on whatsoever.

My life had been fucked up for the past two years. I was popular in my school, everybody liked me. But then, I came out as gay, and that all changed. My dad became outraged, claiming he would NOT have a gay daughter living in his house. My mother cried for three days straight about never getting grand kids, and things were awkward for several days before my dad up and left. Mom cried more and more, but like everybody, she eventually got over it. She'd seemed to totally forget about me, but reality hit her in the face like a brick when I tried to commit suicide. Oh, real original, I know. But I was getting bullied at school, my dad had left me, my mom hated me, cutting wasn't enough. Sadly, my attempt didn't work. Running out in front of a car only got me stitches in my head and a broken arm.

Either way, my mother realized the error of her ways.

She became more loving, to put it simply. She enrolled me in counseling, always asked how I was feeling, let me stay home on days when school got bad. Even though she was a crappy mom for some time, I'm lucky to have her.

Now, you may think that I stayed home all the time. You're wrong. Needless to say, the popular kids kicked me out of their group. I'm fine with that, but I wasn't at first. I was upset! I didn't have anywhere to sit at lunch and nobody to hang out with, because nobody sits with popular-rejects. But then I met someone, Damien, a boy who seemed to like me. He wore a lot of black, that as easy to notice quick, and his friends did too. Band shirts, fishnet tights, the like. I recognized a girl, Lua, who I'd made fun of when I hung out with the populars. I remember these kids as the "Goths", even though they've made it clear they aren't goth. I apologized to Lua, and we all started to hang out. It was the best damn thing to happen to me.

My mood immediately started to improve, as I started to change drastically. Blouses, high heels and skirts changed into plaid button-ups, converse, and skinny jeans. I could tell my mom had noticed the change, how she eyed me before I left for school. But she didn't say anything until I died my waist-length hair red and black, and started to tease it high. She commented that it looked nice, and that was all.

I wasn't the only lesbian in our group. Damien was gay, Lua was straight, Marnie was bisexual, Lien was transgendered and straight, Pem and Falia were twin lesbians, and then there was me. Marisol; Lesbian.

I'm not going to lie about the bullying. Yes, fag has been spray-painted on my locker. Bitches have pushed me down and screamed that I was looking up their skirts. Yeah, motherfucker, I am. It's hard not too when your skirt's so damn short.

But every time something happens, Damien beats the shit out of them after school.

Now, let me tell you why I'm so confused at this point.

I've never dated anyone. I had realized this, but it was way too clear to me when Pemm pointed it out. Now, it may seem normal since I just found out and accepted that I'm lesbian, but it's not. I've only been "sexually" attracted to one person, a girl from 8th grade, but nobody else. Was I asexual? What the hell was going on? I'm a teenager with raging hormones, shouldn't I be craving sex?

I was beginning to classify myself as a freak, but something changed. There was a new student. Who was fucking HOT.

Yeah, I wasn't asexual.

I had prayed that she was a lesbian, that she would be kicked into our group where we would comfort her and take her in, but I was wrong. Like I'd guessed, Miss Perfect was accepted into the populars on the first day. Her name was Rose, a name I wish I had. Rose had milky pools for eyes, thick eyelashes and shoulder length wavy blonde hair that framed her face. She had light freckles and a skinny body, yet she was curvy at the same time. I longed to hold her in my arms, but a straight girl is straight. Simple.

Let's get back to real time, in Mr. Garner's class, where Rose was running late.

I sat in my seat, feeling fidgety. Where was she? I always get through this class by watching her (not creepily). If she doesn't show up I'll never make it through this boring-ass class.


"Aw, look! The fag is sad because she can't stalk Rose today!" Riley laughed as she walked by, shoving my books off my desk. Oh great.

"I can't believe she likes girls. That's like so gross." Jenali whispered to someone behind me, causing them both to laugh. I turned around in my seat, glaring at them both.

"Really? Then why where you watching lesbian porn in the bathroom stall yesterday?" I spat, flipping them the bird before turning back around. Jenali gasped, before she ran out of the room. Hah.

Her friend growled, coming up to me and shoving me on the shoulder. "Look here, little f--"

"You better not finish that with fag." A smooth voice said near us. I turned my head, to see Rose standing there with a displeased look. Wait, what?

"Delia, just sit down." Rose smiled softly, taking her hand and leading her to their seats. They sat next to each other, but I wouldn't know, considering I only pay attention to Rose, who just saved me. Ohmygod.

I shifted in my seat and shot Rose a glance, but she was focused on writing something. I looked down and waited for the teacher just as the bell rang.

Math went fast. We just took notes most of the time, and did a worksheet I dreaded. Math was definitely not my best subject, and I highly doubt it ever will be. I had a D in math, but only because all the numbers and letters and charts get jumbled in my head, and Rose is much more interesting.

When the bell rang, everyone began shoving their way out. I stayed behind so I could leave and not have to get pushed into lockers. As I got my stuff together, a note was dropped on my desk. I raised an eyebrow, looking up to see nobody else in the classroom. I stood up and got my things, opening the letter on my way out. It said;

"Marisol," was written in curly letters. "You're welcome. Love, Rosie."


No fucking way.


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So! I'm sorry it's short, but this was more of an introductory chapter. You've met the main characters; Marisol and Rose. What do you think? Comment! Vote! Do whatever you want because I love you! <3

-Bullet