Average (Lesbian Story)

Chapter Ten

        After English I waited outside the classroom for Liana just as she had instructed me to. I saw her coming down the hallway with a bright smile on her face as per usual, "Hey, so we going to do this?" she asked me. I didn't respond, just looked at her with an uncertain, and maybe a bit guilty expression on my face. "What?" I looked up at her and shrugged my shoulders, "Tell me," she demanded.

"It's nothing," I lied.

"Bullshit," she said with not only a straight face, but a completely serious voice.

"What?" I gasped out, shocked at my sisters answer, honestly there are other ways of telling me that she thinks that I'm lying to her.

"I said bullshit," Liana stated, wearing the same expression and using the same tone.

"Yeah I've got that much, what I don't get is why you're using it as a response to what I said to you," I sarcastically explained.

"I said it because you lied," she spat back at me. "Now tell me what's wrong."

        "I know I'm not very socially experienced, but I'm pretty sure that when one addresses another, and happens to notice that they seem upset and chose not to acknowledge it themselves, the proper way to respond to that isn't 'bullshit'. I've also observed that you should be neither pushy, nor aggressive."

"Well, I'm not trying to get you to like me, I'm trying to get you to tell me something, and that may not be what society deems appropriate, but it's what I'm doing," she retorted.

"Well, I just don't understand why you're so popular," I told her.

"Well, because people like me."

"Why, you're terrible at comforting people?"

"I can comfort people just fine," she defended herself.

"No. No you can't, all you done so far is start a very heated discussion, so unless your way of comforting people is to argue with them until they don't even bother to think about what has upset them in the first place, you're doing a bad job," I ranted.
 
"I can a sure you that the method you've just described, isn't the one that I normally use," Liana promised.

"So why is it that you have chosen me to use said 'method' on?" I asked.

"I used it because we're family, so it's okay to be a bit rougher with you," she explained.

"Okay?"

"Look we're wasting time, can you just tell me what's wrong, or let me get this done, and tell me afterward?" she asked me.

My eyes returned to the floor, "Well I don't really like what you're doing," I told her.

"And what exactly is it that you don't like that I'm doing?" she asked, with a confused look on her face.

"This. All of this," I said motioning to us.

"What is 'this'?" she asked yet another question, while doing the same hand motion I had just done.

"Flirting with teachers, to get out of trouble," I finally managed to say.

"Are you kidding me?" I shook my head, "Sam, let me do this for you just this last time so, we can go and get some lunch, I'm hungry and I would like to spend some time with you, where we don't have a large fight, or someone is upset, please."

        I thought about it for a few minutes before looking back up at her and sighing, "Just this one time," she squealed in delight, "but we are not doing this ever again." she just nodded her head enthusiastically, and hugged me again. "Go, before I change my mind."

        Liana quickly composed herself, put on her sexy face, and opened the door. I stood out there nervously, pacing back and forth while thinking of all the things that could go wrong. After five minutes I just sat down, put my head in my hands and excepted the truth. This obviously wasn't going to work. I knew that before we started, but I gave in. I just had to see what would happen, because apparently
I think experiments are fun, and so are detentions. I had to end this, whatever was happening behind the classroom door needed to stop, I really didn't need to be in any more trouble. I stood up and reached for the door handle, when someone put their hand on my shoulder.

I almost screamed, but settled for a gasp and jumping about two feet in the air. I took my hand off the door and turned around so fast that I almost lost balance, "Hey," I breathed. It was Kendall, looking completely wrecked.

"Hey" she said, in a hushed tone.

"Are you okay? You look like you haven't slept in a week."

"No, not a week, just a night," she tried to joke, even though I could easily tell she was crying not to long ago.

"Kendall, please tell what's bothering you, I don't like it when my friends are upset." I begged.

"We're still friends? Even after I yelled at you like that?" she asked in disbelief.

"It's fine I would have thought the same thing as you and I'm sure that Jenna would have been there for me playing the over protective friend role, so just calm down." I assured her.

"Thank you," she clung to me, and whispered down into my ear, "so much."

"Is that what all this was about? You thought you had upset me, and you got upset yourself?" I questioned her.

"Yeah, I thought about what I had said to you, and how I had yelled at you. It made me feel horrible."

"It really is okay, just don't worry about it."

        "You are way to nice, no wonder people think that they can just walk all over you," she looked me up and down and then continued, "but they can't." she said suddenly very serious. "If someone tries anything with you again, you come and tell me. I will personally rip them a new asshole, you got that."

"Alright," I mumbled. I didn't like to talk about why I got bullied, or even the fact that I did get bullied. It makes me upset and, so I try to avoid it as much as possible.

"Hey, look at me," Kendall said softly. "I'm here for you, and I just want you to know that."

"Yeah, I-I get that, I just don't like talking about that kind of stuff. It sort of makes me uncomfortable."

"Oh! Sorry about that," She said.

"It's fine." I told her.

        "I should get back to lunch, Nichole is going to send out a search party to find me if I don't leave soon." I laughed at her lame joke, even though it was definitely not funny. that's just the sort of thing that you do when you start to like someone  make a new friend.

I was still slightly out of it from the conversation I had with Kendall when Liana emerged from the door behind me. "Hi."

I jumped, it seemed like scaring me from behind was the goal everyone set for today. "What took you so insanely long in there?" I questioned.

"Well you said I could only do it this one time, so I had to make it count," she said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"We may of had to miss lunch but, you definitely won't have to serve the detention sentence you had. I made damn sure of that." she laughed.

"Lianna!" I yelled mad at the fact she would use such a loophole that I so clearly wanted her to avoid.

"What? You said I could only do it once more, I didn't lie to you, or break the rule," she defended.

"But we both know that , that is not what I meant or intended for you to do," I argued back.

"Whatever, I can't take it back now, but you should be happy I did this for you. No more detentions!" she chanted excitedly.

"Okay, you win," I smiled at her. "However, I'm hungry, and since you are the one who caused us to miss lunch, you need to fix it."

"What do you expect me to do? Class is about to start," she asked

"That's not my problem, now is it?"

"I suppose not, but it'd be really helpful if you had some sort of plan to make things easier," she said as I started to walk to my locker.

"I'd like mayo on my sandwich. Oh! and I want Starbucks as a beverage, that should make things a bit easier." I called back over my shoulder.

        "Samantha!," she yelled, trying to get my attention back. "SAMANTHA!" she yelled again, this time much louder, but it didn't matter because I was already gone, however it didn't stop the people quickly filling the hallways to give her strange looks.  

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I didn't hear anything from Liana, until the end of gym.

"I got your stupid food and your stupid coffee," Lianna huffed shoving a bag of food into my hand and taking a large gulp of my coffee before handing me that too.

"Thanks, and your adjectives blew me away by the way, they were just so descriptive. I almost couldn't handle it," I joked.

"You know what? You can take your sarcasm and shove it up your-" 

"I have to go to class, so I'll talk to you later," I cut her off.

        I know I've been acting like a bitch towards Liana lately but, doesn't the universe sort of owe it to me? Liana and I are better now, I forgave her. Still I can't help but feel like I should be able to do this. I've been nothing more that a punching bag and a slave for her and her friends for years, I let her boss me around tell me what to do, and treat me like complete shit. I started to wince when ever I would see two sisters hug, in fear that one was going to hurt the other, in result of being around my abusive sister for so long. Now she does me favors that I haven't even asked her to do, because she feels like she needs to make up for the whole time she was mean, and wants me to have a reason to have forgiven her, because she fells so guilty about everything that she thinks she doesn't deserve my forgiveness, or me as a sister. I'm the one calling the shots now, and it feels absolutely glorious. I truly believe that no one really has the authority to judge others on their choices in life unless they've also endured the same thing, or put in the same position as the one making the decision. I can honestly say that I've yet to meet someone that has been in the same position as me, actually most people at school have been the ones to afflict pain upon me and put me in this position. So all I really have left to say on the matter is that no one can judge me if I do chose to take advantage of Liana, because they wouldn't know what was like to hold that kind of power