Muse [lesbian/gay] ✔

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It was now lunch, but I'm no where near hungry, I followed Dell and JX to their table, "don't listen to her, she won't actually bring you over to her table, she has too much pride for that." Dell said, but I heard the doubt in his voice, 'I sure hope so' I thought, starting to get lost in my fantasies, "what did I say about sitting with me." Jacky said icily, as she stands behind me, everyone going quiet, I looked up at her, feeling my stomach churn, but before I could say anything, she took my hand, and pulled me over at her table, my friends quickly following behind.

She forced me down on a empty seat next to her, before sitting down herself, "someone, please give me some hand sanitizer." she said; I looked at my friends, feeling even more sick, "shit dude, she's really serious about this, how many classes do you even have with her." JX whispered to me, glancing over to Jacky, "um...five, but she mostly avoids me in four of those classes." I spoke softly, feeling my head reeling, "that's a lot man...and we barely have any classes with you." Dell spoke, scratching his eyebrow.

We talked silently to each other, not wanting any attention to us, "hey you, we are going to yours, cause I'm not wasting my time on this, once we quickly get over this, I'm going to make your life hell here." Jacky, the final bell ringing, I quickly got up, trying to get out of here quick, but was stopped by the she-devil, "where do you think your going, I need to follow you." Jacky sneered, letting go of me, mumbling about getting her own hand sanitizer.

I got into my car, starting the engine, pulling out of the parking lot, seeing Jacky following me, 'your doomed, I won't be surprised to see on the head lines, that a nigger like you gets brutally murdered' the voice in the back my head said, making shiver at the thought.

I made it to my house, Jacky parking her car at the curb, getting out, "wow, never thought a nigger will ever afford such a nice place like this." Jacky stated, looking at my house, "my father works for the military." I spoke coldly, not liking how she was treating me one bit, "huh, explains a lot." she said, going in when I opened the door; she sat down on the couch, getting out her sketchbook, the paper, and a pencil pouch, I sat myself down, sitting far enough away from her, doing the same thing she was doing.

We looked at the paper, reading the instructions, trying not to talk too each other, but I knew it was fruitless, "ok, so what's your favorite color." I said bluntly, reading the first thing on the list, but I only received a glare instead, "what's your favorite color." she said back to me, not making this any easier, "if you want to get this over with it, you better stop your stalling." I said hotly, before answering the question, "and its cobalt blue.".

She looked at me, huffing in defeat, "brick red." she mumbled, getting to work, me doing the same, first making a light circle with my pencil, then starting to color, after five minutes of silence, it was her turn to read the next thing, "what is your favorite instrument." she spoke, looking at me, "the violin." I said proudly, "why so happy for, and who even plays the violin anyway." Jacky said, squinting her eyes cutely, "I do, now what's yours." I asked, dismissing her comment, "guitar, and you do, can I see." asked Jacky, actually looking interested.

I grabbed the metal case, opening it for her to see, "wow, so you really do play, that's kind of cool." she said, seeming like a part of her died when she complimented me, "do you play the guitar?" I asked, setting my case aside, "no, but I do sing though, but I do wish I could play." she said, actually giving me a real smile.

I got up, surprising her, feeling her watvh me, as I dig into a closet, "ah! there it is." I exclaimed, pulling out a black acoustic guitar, I went back over to her, putting the guitar in her hands, "here, you can have it." I said kindly, she looked at me in disbelief, not believing what I just said, 'trust me, I don't know what I'm doing either' I thought, "are you sure, I mean, I've been so mean to you." she said, looking down at the instrument, "that may be true, but I thinl you'll make good use with it, and I already have plenty guitars laying around." I said truthfully, taking a seat next to her, a bit closer this time.