My Fat Lesbian- ON HOLD.

Why?

Why?

Immediately that we went to our first period I felt everyone's eyes on me. They kept muttering things underneath their breath, not doing a good job at whispering them. I heard every single one of their unnecessary comments, feeling them stab at my chest.

Their eyes held different emotions, each their own. For example, some girls glared daggers at me, unknown to why they would. Others gave me a serene look that appeared to calm for my own good. Some admired me and others gave me a slow, predatory smile.

I winced back slightly, trying to catch up to Delilah's fast paced walking. She was short but walked too fast for my own good, my heart sped and I was running out of breath as I tried hard to meet her steps.

"Hey," I called out, my voice a mere whisper in the noise hallways. She turned around, her light blue hair whipping my face slightly, making me scrunch my nose as she apologized to me. I didn't understand how she was able to hear me, but I didn't it probe it further than that. I wasn't as curious.

"I'm sorry, what's up?" She asked, slowing down her way of walking so I could catch my breath. I turned to stare at her, admiring the dark eyelashes that coated her dark eyes. They reminded me of a bottomless hole that seemed to keep on going. It never ended.

"What's our first class again?" I asked shyly, biting my lip as I watched her throw her head back and laugh slightly. She grabbed my hand, my cheeks flushing pink as it settled a nice warmth around it. She walked ahead of me, basically dragging me, but turned around with a soft smile.

"English. C'mon, I'll guide you." She mumbled, guiding me to our class. It was a class with no more than fifteen girls. Some of there where kissing faces with each other, leaving me flushed and with an uneven breath. I have seen plenty of porn, but nothing can compare to watching two girls sucking faces with each other in real life.

We sat in the further corner of the class, Delilah sitting in front of me, leaving me a nice view of the way her blue hair cascaded down her back and curled down by the ends. Instead of the broken hair I expected on everyone who had dyed their hair before, her hair seemed nutritious, better than mine. And that's saying a lot considering the fact I have never actually dyed my hair and have been treating it the same as when I was born.

          I slid in my chair, turning to my side to be left breathless by the redhead beauty. She had vibrant hazel eyes and the prettiest red hair I have ever seen, but that didn't matter. She was sitting back against her chair, her skirt was short and nice, leaving her long legs exposed for me to try and cope a feel, not that I would.

            She noticed my eyes on her, her hazel eyes landing on my own with raised eyebrows. A slow, sensual smirk lifted in her lips, clearly catching me looking at her legs. She straightened up and turned to face me.

          "Hey, gorgeous, never seen you before," she said, her strong British accent making me shake in anticipation. It caused swirls down in my midsection that seemed to make me clench my legs, she noticed it, eyes flicking down and then up.

           I turned around, surprised she was directing it to me. When I saw no one standing behind me, I turned to her and my cheeks turned red as I saw the knowing smirk in her lips. She seemed to find this hilarious, making a deep frown settle on my face.

          "I'm talking to you, babe," she said, adding a sort of deep chuckle in the mix. My legs felt mushy, almost as if I had lost all type of control in them. Her accent making my breath to speed up as I see her. No wonder Jacky is dating her, she's a complete looked.