pretty girl

Chapter 2

Word Count: 543

Blaire's POV:
"I don't believe that!" Mel laughs in disbelief.

"It's true, I've never kissed anyone," I blush. She slaps me on the arm.

"It's not something to be embarrassed about. You are just so beautiful; there is no way someone hasn't wanted to press their face to yours." I blush again at her comment. "Tell me you have at least dated someone."

"Yeah, I had a boyfriend for about 2 months last year. But we broke up; his grades were failing and he was going to get kicked off of the baseball team, if he didn't spend more time studying," I reply, fiddling with my hands in my lap nervously.

"That sucks," she nods along. "You haven't dated anyone else?" She questions further.

I shake me head. "What about you?" I turn the conversation towards her. "How many guys have you dated?"

"Well, I haven't dated any guys, but I have dated 3 different girls." She giggles slightly. "I'm a lesbian." I gasp and she giggles some more. "What?" She asks. "You aren't homophobic are you?"

"No, of course not. I've just never seen any gay girls in real life. There is 3 gay boys in our school, but no girls. Do your parents know?"

"Yeah, I told them about 2 years ago, when I got my first girlfriend." She answers.

"Oh, that's cool. Maybe, don't mention anything to my parents about it. I don't know how they feel about gay people and I don't want to have to stop hanging out with you," I say. "Or I front of them, anyway."

"Oh, Blaire's a bad girl. Wow, never thought I would see that from a preacher's daughter," She teases. We both laugh, until we are holding our stomachs because they hurt.

Then, Melanie's phone rings. She picks it and answers it. "Hey, Mom....Yeah, I'm still here....Okay, that works....Bye, I love you too." She hangs up. "I have to go. My brother is back from college this week to help us move. My mom wants us to have a meal as a family before he leaves again."

I frown. "Aww, I was having fun. Can you come over after school tomorrow maybe?" I plead.

"Yeah, probably." We start walking down the stairs. When we get to the front door, she turns and hugs me. "See you later," she says.

"Bye," I reply. Then Mel takes off down the street towards her house. When she gets to the edge of my driveway she waves back and yells, "Bye, cutie."

I close the door, so she can't see me blush for the the third time tonight. Then I run back up to my bedroom, telling my dad I am not hungry on my way. I fall down on my bed. I pull out my phone and remember an album Mel was talking about, her favorite album. I look it up, plug in my headphones, and turn it on.

My eyes are heavy and I am half asleep 3 songs in. The last thing I hear before I let sleep over take me, is these lyrics:
I just want tell you that you're really pretty, girl.
I just want to know if you will let me be your world.