"You gay slutty whore". Megan's words are hurting, but even though I know I should be crying myself to sleep because I was hurt by my one true love and everything, all I can really feel is anger. She is pretending to be hurt just to conceal the fact that she kissed me back -and probably liked it too. Of course it's hard comming out, especially whn you've been straight your entire life, but doing this to avoid it, is the wrong way.
Jack has been rehearsing all week with the band for a concert at some café. I haven't cared much about it. No need to explain why.
It's a nightmare these days and it seems like everybody suddenly knows who I am. When I walk through the halls at school, I can feel the eyes on me and people whispering my name as well as 'gay, slutty whore'. Strangely, Jack seems to know nothing of this drama. He doesn't text me or anything. He has been to school the entire week, he can't have missed hearing about it. That's what hurts about this.
I can't eat in the cafeteria, I'm not that naive. I'll never even dare to near it. She kissed me back for fucks sake. I feel like I should yell it out so that people finally can see the truth, but I'm pretty sure they wouldn't even believe me. Megan is the one spreading fake rumours, but if I try to get the truth out, they'll just think I'm lying to escape all this and put the blame on Megan. And Jack, who I hope would stand by me, is off somewhere playing that stupid music of his, not knowing about all this drama.
I try to hide in the bathroom, but next to the exact same wall where me and Megan were kissings some days ago, on the mirror, it's now written the same words, that came from Megan's lips and that's been haunting me the past days. "Kristy Johnson 1Cb is a gay slutty whore". Must have been here people have got the word from. Fuck you Megan.
I try to close my eyes and think of something else, but this is the moment when it all gets too much for me. Tears are slowly filling up my eyes. I quickly dry my eyes and head for the last class even though what awaits me is yet another bunch of people hating me for hurting someone they have never even talked to.
After school, I don't go home, relieved to finally get rid of it all. No, instead I head for the bathroom again. Just to stare at the words on the mirror again and again. I don't know why, but in some way I feel like I deserve this. Deep down I was naive. Naive for thinking that comming out would be easy in a new place. Naive for thinking that hitting on the most popular girl would be accepted. Naive for thinking that she wouldn't react. Even though, I know the words will only make me feel worse and that I'm hurting my selfesteem so much, I'm just standing there looking at the mirror.
Suddenly, the bathroom door slowly opens. For a moment I'm afraid it's Megan and prepare myself for her torrent. When it only happens to be two girls from my parallel class, I have no time left to hide. Why didn't I just sit in one of the stalls?
The brunette looks at me and whisper something like "there she is, do you think this is okay?". And the other girl is answering "yes, of course. Look at her, she's a mess". While they're talking I try to look as much alike as if nothing happened and realise that starring into the mirror gives it all away.
The tallest one, the brunette, which I now recognize from my lab class, makes the first move. "Hi" she tries, unsure of what to say. "Hello" I try to answer, but my throat is dry, so It's more of a whisper. The smaller girl approaches me and squize my arm lightly. "I'm Lillian and this is Wendy. We here to help you -if you need -I mean, want help". She smiles in a calm way.
But I'm still suspicious - I have to be, after everything that's happened. It's like I can't trust anyone. Like, who are these girls? What do they actually want with me? Do they really mean what they say?
Their smiles look so real, I'm taking the chance -whatever it might lead to. "Thanks" I send them a quick and shy smile. Lillian has a car and both her and Wendy, insists driving me home and making me some tea, watch a movie.
I can't count how many times I tell them how great they are. I've finished the tea and snuggled in a blanket for what only seems to be forever. When we look outside one of the big windows in the living room, we realise it is dark outside already. The winter is approaching fast this year. Any snow at all? Not a single chance. Fuck global warming.
We turn on a movie named "Tivoli" which is about a murder (at a Tivoli of course. It's a comedy and though I have seen it before, nor Lillian and Wendy have. We laugh in all the right places and I can't think of any better way to spend this evening. When I go to the kitchen to get some snacks, Wendy stops me. "I'll do it". "No, for God's sake, I do it myself. You've been nice to me all day. And besides, if I'm going to make things work whiteout Megan I need to learn how to make my own popcorn."
When Lillian and Wendy must go, the sneaky feeling that I've forgot something, or someone, creeps up in my mind like the murderous clown from the movie.
When I open my laptop to check on some school assignments, I remember what it was -or rather, who it was.
Denise has tried to Skype me more than 50 times.
A/N
Bonjour, ca va? Vous faites bien? Vous aimes mon livre?
(hello, how are you? How is it going? Do you like my book?)
Sorry, I have been busy preparing for a French exam, but here you got it: a longer part.
Q: describe Kristy with 4 words
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Romance"Megan tastes alcohole and smoke, but I don't care. Clichè I know. But the tension is light. She reciprocate it. Suddenly Megan breake it. It is over as fast as it started. Silence lays over us. When Megan first speaks all she says is "you gay, sl...
