What You Thought You Knew [girlxgirl]

(ch. 7) Que

Krystal

She had a couple of drinks in her. So did I. I knew about how her favorite subject is science and how perfect the moon looked that night. I led her to a room in the front of the house and up the stairs. She said the moon was beautiful. Before I knew it she was complementing me on how beautiful I was. I moved in and kissed her shocked lips.

Everything after that was a lust filled blur.

The last thing I remember was that we were scrambling to put her clothes back on.

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I woke up next to her on a couch. We were still at Paul's house were the party was held. She stirred next to me but didn't open her eyes.

"Good morning beautiful" I told her. I could then see a smile forming on her soft looking lips.

"Hi" she croaked. I giggled before slowly lifting myself from the couch. I needed to find Que so we could leave. I went upstairs to the front room to find a naked Que and Paul laying under the covers of the very comfortable looking queen sized bed.

"Que!" I shouted.

Her eyelids slowly fluttered open. Then realization hit her face as she scrambled to find her clothes.

"We needa go" I told her while turning on my heel and walking from the room.

When I returned to the living room I wasn't shocked to see that Jordan wasn't on the couch anymore. I went to the bathroom where I was sure to find Jordan because I could hear the sink water running. She was washing the now smeared make up from her face. I grabbed a towel and started to do the same.

"You find Que?" she asked.

"Yeah she's in Paul's room..." I said raising an eyebrow at her in the mirror. Jordan gave a knowing expression before wiping the last bit of smeared eyeliner off of her face. Even without makeup she looked beautiful.

Once we both cleared our faces, we found Que and left the house. I had told my parents that I was staying at Que's house, so they wouldn't freak out. They were overprotective like, over the top protective. I hated being around them because they were trying to force me into this good, Christian girl who loves God lifestyle. The truth is I'm an atheist. I guess know that I'm basically with Jordan, that makes me a GAYthiest. If my parents knew this they would crucify me. I refuse to come out to them at least until I'm eighteen and able to be less dependent on them so that if they want to take anything away from me or kick me out I could still survive. Jordan had it easy. She had two dads. Coming out would be easy as hell if she hasn't done it already that is.

Que dropped off Jordan at her house before she dropped me off at mine.

"Sooooooo?" Que asked during the car ride to my house "How did it go last night?"

I looked at her though the rear view mirror. She looked back at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked. She sucked her teeth

"You know damn well what I'm talking about" she said playfully "you can't tell me that nothing happened last night between you and Jordan."

Well this is awkward especially since I never really talk to her. Oh what the hell, if she's in Jordan's circle of friends then she can surely be trusted right?

"Yeah well we kissed. Some clothing came off. But before anything could really happen, Paul barged in the room" I blushed.

Que sighed in annoyance then looked apologetically at me "Paul always fucks up shit when he's drunk. Sorry about that. I take full responsibility for his stupid actions."