“Have you always been gay?”
“What’s it like?”
“Do you think you’ll ever go back to boys?”
I sit in the grass on campus, doodling in my notebook waiting for Zoey, while every other person here decides to slam questions down my throat. I haven’t answered any of them, I just do occasional grunts, but they don’t give up. The perky blonde stands next to the Goth chick and the preppy guy stands next to the short guy that should be in a boy band.
“Jenna, answer us!” the perky blonde yells. “What’s it like? Is she a good kisser?”
“Yes,” I reply, still focusing on my smiley face in my notebook.
“Can she skate too? Or is she like, really innocent and stuff? Because she seems so nice and you’re so…” She trails off when I glare up at her.
“I’m so what?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re so rude and she’s so nice. How do you guys make it work? I bet it’s difficult,” Zoey says, standing beside one of the guys. The people around me give us weird stares.
I chuckle and stuff my notebook in my bag. “Yeah, it’s pretty hard. I don’t know; we probably won’t last very long.”
“Especially if she keeps beating people up. How is that going to work?”
I stand up and walk over to her. “I guess I’ll figure it out.” I lean in and give her a forceful kiss while the people behind us give small gasps or “Awhh’s”. I glance at them and go to say something, but Zoey tugs on my hand before I can.
“What was that about?” she asks.
“They wanted to know how long I’ve been gay,” I laugh. I take her bag from her shoulder and put it over my own.
“What’d you say?”
“Oh, I was supposed to respond?” She rolls her eyes but I give a cheeky grin.
“So, how long have you been gay?” she asks quietly. We cross the street and walk towards my car. I don’t know how to answer her question, because I’m not sure. Once we’re in my car and I back out of the parking out she begins to get fidgety because I haven’t answered her. “Well?” she presses.
“I don’t know. I guess since I met you.”
“So, you’ve never been into girls before?”
“Nope. Congrats babe, you’re so good you turned me gay.” I give her a wink and pull off into the road. “What about you?”
“Um, since I was about sixteen.”
“Really? Ever had a girlfriend?”
“Not a serious one.”
“Oh.” I drum my fingers on the steering wheel as we pass by all the small shops on Main Street. I guess I never thought about the fact she may have had another girlfriend before. It doesn’t bother me that much, I guess. She knew how the whole girlfriend thing went and I didn’t have a clue, but yet she stuck around for me to figure it out.
“Are we doing anything tonight?” she questions.
“I don’t know; why?”
“Emma wants to meet up for dinner later.”
“Gross.”
“Will you come?”
“Probably not.”
“Fine,” she huffs. “Then I’ll go and I’ll meet you back at your place later on.”
“I’ll probably be at work tonight, so just come by there.”
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Unexpected
Romance"Don't go." "I'm so sorry." It started out as hate and now she's sleeping in my bed? She's stubborn and innocent, but yet hidden away and broken. I'm not supposed to like girls, or so I've been told, but how can I resist her? (Some things may be tri...
