LOVE IS BLIND. (A Lesbian Love Story)

CHAPTER 4

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Love Is Blind :

CHAPTER 4:

★----- CHARLOTTE'S POV -----★

"Why would you not kiss her?!" Ange -I gave Angelica a new nickname - yelled and then repeated her sentence and I'm sure people were staring at us by now. The teacher mumbled something and then after a few moments continued to teach and I whispered back, "Stop screaming. I shouldn't have told you all that happened in there anyways!"

"But you HAVE to tell me the reason later, deal?" And I nodded giving up, "After college we can go to my dorm and we can talk it out. Alright?" I asked quickly, then paying attention to the teacher but then my mind flew back to the very fresh memory of the feeling of Emma's plump lips and the sensual moans and.... ugh!

'Stop it Charlotte! You shouldn't like that so much' I tried to convince myself but so help me god, I think I'm infatuated by Emma and her... aura.

The way here touch burns into my skin and her voice that give me chills like on Christmas Morning... I have never felt so intrigued by anyone other than my few family members.

I never knew that a person could literally have you around their fingers like this. Niall always told me about our parents, and how much in love they were. My dad was a punk, he cared about nobody but once his eyes landed on my mother, it was as if his whole world started revolving the other way round.

I want a person to love me like that. Somebody other than my brother to show me how they they love me.

To show me how much I'm worth.

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"Won't she be here soon? She is your roommate you dork!" Ange whisper-yelled and I chuckled, moving towards my room and landing on my beg and heard her get settled on the bean-bag too.

"She isn't going to be back for a while now. She has to shoot until almost midnight sometimes so don't worry, we can talk."

"Really? You sure? I'm not that keen on getting in her bad books Lottie. She's a terrible person!" I wanted to get angry on Angelica to called Emma a 'Terrible Person' but I don't think either of them are a big fan of each other.

I let it go and say, "You can stay over tonight. We could catch up with some work that I haven't completed yet and then you can tell me what you and Emma's friend are up to..."

"What? Who LOUIS?" She squeaked out his name and I could literally feel the warmth in her cheeks from where I sat.

"Yeah.... Louis." I mocked her and wigged my eyebrows but she just cleared her throat.

"What about Emma? Why don't you tell me about why you would stop kissing her suddenly?"

"Oh gosh, I knew I Should've kept my mouth shut!"

Ange giggled and I heard the window in the living room close

"What was that?" I asked alarmed, a part of me praying that it isn't a serial killer.

I don't know why I've been thinking such thoughts lately.

"It'a probably Just the breeze... Carry on Lottie!" Ange urged and I sighed, thankfully she forgot her previous question.

"Tell me about the Abandoned House thing!"

I guess she didn't.

I just groaned and gave up.

"Actually I would've continued kissing her and get pampered, who wouldn't want to. But then I realised how she was complimenting me, she complimented my skin, lips and body are but she never.... realised how her affection towards me is only outwardly. She never spoke about how my nature is, or how my soul is."

"Aaahhhh.... I understand. She just liked your body and looks, not your... inner beauty?" Angelica whispered as if it all suddenly dawned on her.

"Mmhm. She is a downright slut isn't she?" I said for the sake of her believing that I don't like her but even I felt the bad taste in my mouth after saying those words.

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She gasped but then giggled, "I hear ya." Ange said in a weirdly high pitched voice making me groan.

"Yeah. And how about you give me the notes now?" I asked, my temper wasn't the best at the moment, and felt her weight from beside me move, and then her feet padding on the floor and I sat up, to get my braille Keyboard from my backpack and placing all the stuff on my study table carefully.

I hope I'm able to get Emma Stone out of my mind for good before it's too late.

IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE.

My inner voice spoke up and I sighed, knowing that I have fallen too deep in a pit I don't plan of leaving soon.

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After copying all the notes down and typing the paper we have to submit next week -I llike to finish any work given to me before hand- we both walked towards the living room and planted out arsea on the couch.

"Gosh, I'm knackered! " Ange groaned, and I nodded cracking the tight muscles in my neck and shoulders as I heard rumbling from my right, where our mini-kitchen was situated.

I have never entered the kitchen up unitl now, not even when I was back home in Ireland. Just lived on the delicious food my brother made for us. Since the two weeks that iI've been here, all I have done is oordered takeout from different restraunts near the campus.

"Is your roommate home already?" Ange whispered and I shrugged, maybe she didn't have to shoot today.

Before I could answer, a loud noise, possible a moan echoed inside the silent abode followed by loud sounds like someone was slapping skin against skin...

"Oh yeah! Faster!" I heard Emma's voice moan out and I felt like all the food I had today was back in my mouth in the form of bile.

"OH MY GOD! YOU ARE FUCKING IN THE KITCHEN?!" I heard Angelica's voice, but not from beside me anymore, but I couldn't care anymore.

All I felt was my whole body stiffening, my eyes burning like they did during Eye Therapy when I was a kid. My whole throat tightened impossibly tight as if somebody was strangling me. I felt like screaming and destroying everything around me whilst at the same time to cry in a corner and whine about how she shouldn't do that.

The sound of her constant moans and sounds that she emitted were ringing iin my head, making me pull onto my hair strands to just. Stop the noise.

But all I could do was sit there and do nothing.

Suddenly, I felt somebody pull onto my arm and I flinched, "It's me Angelica. Let's get out of here alright?"

I felt like I should nod and stand up, but all I couldn't even open my mouth. I felt her pull me up and drag me outside, whispering something in my ear but all I could hear was Emma's voice.

All I could think of was how all were right. That Emma Stone does not deserve love. How she is just a slutty who®e who can't do anything but fu©k with anybody horny.

As the door closed behind me, I could here the muffled noises when she yelled out, "Oh yeah! Fucking you is much better than pinning over a prude."

Oh no she didn't .

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Hello Wattpadders,

FIRSTLY, Please check out my new Ziam FanFic, Caught Up!, it would mean the world to me (:

AND,

Honestly, I'm not that satisfied with this chapter but hey! I UPDATED! *dramatic gasp* oh, and THANK YOU FOR THE AMAZING RESPONSE! The votes and comments never seem to end! I'm flabergasted, really. I wish I could come up to each of you and thank you all personally.

(LOOK AT THAT PIC OF EMMA STONE IN THE SIDE... SHE IS AT THE WINDOW SILL) (SLURP)

Hopefully,

The next chapter will be much MUCH better.

Until then,

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