Stormy's song

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"Write a chapter in which your character purchases a glorious pair of stilettos after a long day."

"Who is Aiden?" She held the phone with the lime green case on it out for Stormy to see. 

"My lab partner." Stormy told her girlfriend when she emerged from the bathroom leaning on the wooden door frame. She squinted at the phone. "Is that my phone?" She wasn't sure if she should be defensive, or angry that her girlfriend had gone through her phone. 

"Why is he texting you with a winky emoji?" 

"Oh my god," Stormy rolled her eyes. "The winky face emoji." 

"I'm serious," Wini said. "Why is this boy flirting with you?" 

"First of all he has a girlfriend..."  She hopped across the room so that she could sit down next to her on the bed. "And if he was flirting with me why is that my fault? I can't control what other people say to me." 

"Why did you pick him to be your lab partner?" 

"He's the smartest kid in class..." Stormy said like it was obvious. 

"He's the smartest kid in class?" She asked.  "He doesn't look very smart." 

She swiped the phone a few more times and pulled up his Facebook page to show her his face. Stormy already knew that he looked like that emo kid from eighth grade who wore three of those studded belts, that didn't even hold up their pants, fish net gloves, and thought that they were gonna be an artist when they grew up just because they could draw Gir from Invader Zim. 

She'd been one of those kids too for about a week before she realized that it was only cool and acceptable if you were white, apparently. 

But at least it had turned her on to discovering her bisexuality. 

If she was being honest the kid did still have a bit of an "I'm so random" vibe but it wasn't just him shouting penis across the cafeteria. He always had some story about some adventure he had cooked up, like burning barbie dolls with one of those child's chemistry sets from the back of a nineteen eighties  Nintendo magazine. 

But that didn't mean that he wasn't smart, and that was why she put up with him because she needed to pass chemistry this time. 

"Oh so now we're basing intelligence off of looks? So that means when people tell you that you don't look smart enough to be a doctor that they're right to say that?" 

"That's just racist." 

She was right. Stormy regretted making the comment as soon as she said it because she knew that her girlfriend was sensitive about people telling her that her dreams of being a doctor were impossible and that she'd end up working at a gas station for the rest of her life because her parents were from India. 

Stormy sighed, "Ok yeah that was fucked up. Sorry. But just because he doesn't look smart doesn't mean he isn't." 

"Why are you defending him?" she asked. 

"I'm not defending him. I don't even care about him it's not like I'm gonna go and date a kid who's emo phase never ended. I'm pretty  sure that if he even was hitting on me it's because he thinks I'll have a threesome with him and his girlfriend ..." 

"Would you?" 

"Would I what? Have a threesome with them? Are you seriously asking me that right now?" 

Wini didn't say anything but her face gave her away, she was serious. 

"No," Stormy said. She flopped back into the bed her head buried in her hands.