What You Thought You Knew [girlxgirl]

(ch. 2) In the Eyes of the Beholder

 Krystal

Ever since that night I've been feeling strange. I find myself kind of hiding from that beautiful girl that kissed me that night. Surely I've always thought that she was beautiful, but since that night at the party my thoughts have become more...perverted. I am not like that though I am a civil human being that does not look at people and automatically think about them being naked. I don't do that. I don't look at Jordan that way, even if her body is perfect the way her hair falls in perfectly spiral curls around her face, the way her lips are so full and soft looking, the way she looks in those tight fitted jeans she wears. Oh, no it's happening again.

I don't know why, but every time i get near an attractive person i always have the urge to get away from them as quickly as possible. It's almost as if my body knows I'm not worthy of being in the presence of someone so beautiful.

Jordan Smith was the person that everyone wanted to be, and if they didn't want to be her they definitely wanted to date her. Even if people didn't know her name they would look at her and do a double take as she passed by in the school hallways (more like a triple take because I can't forget dat ass! Shit! There I go again.) She was known well for her very noticeable backside, or as most the guys say it- she has a fat ass.

She is also a dancer who dances in the ballet studio downtown. I've seen her dance and it's amazing, she's so graceful.

I dance as well, but i cannot dance ballet for the life of me. I've been flexible for as long as I remember which helps with technique warm ups such as extensions of the legs. In school I am part of the performing arts academy which means that for P.E, students are required to take at least one year of the dance program. I have taken the dance class for three years. I am also a part of a dance team known as Fill in the Blank or F.I.T for short. When we show up at the dance concert that the performing arts academy puts on for us every year, everyone is always excited to see us. I will admit we are pretty good. We, as a team have created a good name for ourselves.

 I enjoy dancing even though I'm not the best. Jordan could easily dance circles around me.

"Imma balla, balla babby..." my phone sings. My alarm song "Balla Baby" by Chingy. This would be the part of the day that I hate the most- waking up. I get up out of my bed and rub my eyes, which eventually always makes them hurt probably because of germ transference. I go to my bathroom across the hall and turn on the light which immediately burns my eyes making me blink several times before my eyes could properly adjust. I shower, get dressed, and head down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. Most of the things we have in our refrigerator are healthy knock off versions of brand name items, for example, instead of having the original Frosted Flakes, we have "unsweetened corn flakes"- which, in my opinion, taste like crap. I decided to go with an egg white sandwich. It was quick and tasty at the same time- score! When I'm finished eating I shove my ear buds into my ears and walk out the door. I don't have a car so I walk to school every day. One more day of ducking out of Jordan's sight and learning about shit I couldn't care less about. Yippee...

At lunch I sit in my usual spot, the benches where all the black kids sit. I know it sounds like a racial reference, but seriously, there are a lot of black people that sit where I eat lunch. My friend Milik is the first to say something to me. He talks about how he thinks that he has some girl in his geometry class wrapped around his little finger. I explain to him that he is just delusional and that the girl just wanted to borrow a pencil.

"And she never gave it back either! Which means she wanted to keep that pencil in remembrance of me" he said as me looked dreamily into oblivion. Just then my friend Ashlie came over to us.

"This nigga..." I said looking at Ashlie while pointing to Milik.

"What'd this fool say this time?" she asked smacking him in the back of the head.

"So some girl, right, asked him to use a pencil in his last class, right, apparently that means that she wants the D" I told her. She looked at me, the question 'you're shittin' me right?' written all over her face. I laughed as she slapped Milik in the back of the head a second time.

These were my best friends right here, or as most people call their friends around here- they were my 'ride or die's.

Ashlie was my thick Latina amiga. She had thick calves, thick thighs, tits, and a healthy looking butt, which always seemed to please Milik who was an average height, light skinned black boy. On several occasions Milik has tried to flirt with Ashlie, but she always rejects, because ever since she was six, she says, she has been a lesbian. Milik still, every once in a while tries to make a move on her.

"I like your shirt Ashlie" I told her. In bold, rainbow letters it said, 'Real Girls Kiss Girls'. She was always wearing something that stood for gay rights, whether it would be her shirts that she would wear or the jewelry that she would have on.

"Thanks girl" she leaned in" so you know how mi tio works in a tattoo shop right?" I nodded.

"I might be able to get this- she tugged on the ends of her shirt implying the  phrase on it- tattooed on my arm!"

I nodded at her. She knows that in order for that to happen she would have to do it illegally, which as she's made it clear, she isn't afraid to do things illegally.

"I know that some people might be afraid to tattoo a minor" she continued "but what the unofficial law is, is that you have to have parental consent, right? Well my uncle has offered to be my dad in case of any problems with the state."

She looked really proud of herself for figuring this whole plan out. So why not just congratulate her right? Just then Milik felt he needed to say how sexy a tattoo saying such a phrase as 'Real Girls Kiss Girls' would be 'so hot'. Ashlie scrunched up her face in irritation, which made me laugh.

Then just out of the corner of my eye, I saw her.

"Uh, guys. I have to go."

"Jordan?" they both asked at the same time. I've told them everything so they understand my situation. They both nod.

"You know you can't run forever!" I heard Milik yell, but I was already gone before he could attract any more attention to the area where we were sitting.

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