One inexperienced introverted girl, an appealing rich daredevil, one domineering sultry blonde, a bully, the psychopath and the gregarious best friend.
Tiger Gething's story starts here.
Desperately trying to get the attention of the boy she's infa...
". . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" "Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are." -Carlos Ruiz Zafón,
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I woke up this morning to hear my parents arguing. Never in my life have I ever heard them shout at each other like this. The worst part is that they were arguing about me. I could hear every word clearly while I was in my room.
"How could you allow her to do this?" My dad's voice thundered.
"I want her to be happy, Chad!" My mom retorted.
"But what she is doing is unacceptable, and you gave her the go-ahead. What were you thinking?" Dad shouted. I heard something shatter like glass, and my dad cursed.
"I was thinking about how I felt when I was in her shoes." Mom defended herself.
"You know how the world is. The world is an angry place for her to be doing such a thing." Dad sounded like he was fighting an inward battle.
"The world is changing, Chad. She'll be fine." Mom says it in a softer tone.
I hate that they were arguing about me and that I have to face them soon. With a deep breath, I get dressed for school. I decided to wear my high-waisted jeans, a plaid button-up top, and my black ankle boots. The boots make me look a bit taller, which I love. I braided my hair to the side and wore my contacts instead of my glasses. My makeup was simple. A bit of concealer, mascara, and lip gloss
I went downstairs, my messenger bag on my shoulder and my phone and car keys in hand. My parents were whispering something to each other as I faced them. My father was the first to speak.
"What is going on with you, Tiger?" Dad questioned me, still upset.
"Nothing. What do you mean?" A line appeared between my brows.
"You're spiraling out of control. You're dressing differently. Showing more skin. Wearing makeup. Going to parties... He waved his hand around. "And now I'm hearing you're dating a girl."
"Dad, it was only a matter of time before I changed the way I dress." I say it calmly. "I thought you said you didn't have a problem with me being with a girl." I look at my mother.
"I don't, honey." She shook her head. Her eyes seemed cloudy. So it's dad, then, who has a problem.
"Are you gay, Tiger?" My father raised his voice. My eyes widened at his bluntness. I don't even know if I am gay. I haven't labeled myself.
"Umm, I don't know." I shook my head, not sure what to say. This was the first time my dad had ever been upset with me. This whole situation had my emotions spiraling.
"This experimenting that you're doing is unacceptable, and it must stop at once." My heart contracted with pain. My eyes swam with tears.
"But dad..." My voice broke. I turned to mom for her to change her mind. "Mom?"
