I woke up on the nineteenth of August with two things I never expected to. One was the knowledge that Finn Thompson was no saint as I had made him out to be, but rather a snake, a vicious, biting serpent who had, in his power, done everything to chip away at me, at my skin, at my mind with his cutting words, his unnecessary insults, his cruel sneer. Two was the bitter, reluctant thought that some of his words might have rung true last night. Was I simply going out with Calla because she had dated Finn in the first place? Was I trying to indirectly sleep with Finn, be intimate with him, share all my anxieties and my fears with him through her? A girl who had always taken me at more than just face value and liked me for me? Was I even attracted to her or was I just trying to fake it until I made it?
With a hundred and one questions swimming through my head, I threw back the covers of my bed and went into the bathroom, plucking out my toothbrush from the holder. As I squeezed out a line of toothpaste, my phone screen lit up.
ALICE O'KELLEY, FRI 19 AUG 10:37AM: Where did you disappear to last night
INDIRA MISTRY, FRI 19 AUG 10:37AM: Was chatting with Miles for a bit then with Calla
INDIRA MISTRY, FRI 19 AUG 10:37AM: Tried finding you but it was so crowded at Infinity
ALICE O'KELLEY, FRI 19 AUG 10:38AM: And sweaty, dk who thought it was a good idea to go out out in August
INDIRA MISTRY, FRI 19 AUG 10:38AM: Yours? Ik I think I carried most of my sweat back in my hair
ALICE O'KELLEY, FRI 19 AUG 10:38AM: That's so grim, shower it off and you'll be fine
INDIRA MISTRY, FRI 19 AUG 10:38AM: So did you get anywhere with Miles last night
ALICE O'KELLEY, FRI 19 AUG 10:38AM: Not rlly, I don't think im his type
ALICE O'KELLEY, FRI 19 AUG 10:39AM: Whats this about you chatting him up
INDIRA MISTRY, FRI 19 AUG 10:39AM: I was so not chatting him up
ALICE O'KELLEY, FRI 19 AUG 10:39AM: Go on, tell me everything
INDIRA MISTRY, FRI 19 AUG 10:39AM: Pls it's not even that heavy
INDIRA MISTRY, FRI 19 AUG 10:39AM: We were just talking after he pretty much saved my life when I stacked it on the stairs up to the middle floor
ALICE O'KELLEY, FRI 19 AUG 10:39AM: Aw, it's like a modern day fairy-tale
INDIRA MISTRY, FRI 19 AUG 10:40AM: Shut up, why did you not think you were his type
ALICE O'KELLEY, FRI 19 AUG 10:39AM: Idk, I went over, proper friendly and introduced myself
ALICE O'KELLEY, FRI 19 AUG 10:39AM: And he didn't give a crap
ALICE O'KELLEY, FRI 19 AUG 10:39AM: All he could do was stare at Calla when she was talking about someone and he seemed more interested in her tbh
INDIRA MISTRY, FRI 19 AUG 10:40AM: That's a shame, Liss
But typical, which was the add-on sentence that I decided not to send. It seemed every member of the male species this side of the country liked Calla Nordstrom. Either that or they were very much gay and could see the charm and attraction that those who were otherwise straight could see in her. It was like an impossible degree-level Maths problem that I was still trying to work out a solution to – the Complete Proof Theory of Why Calla Ruth Nordstrom Is So Widely Sought After.
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ChickLit[5 in #literasia, 14 in #lesbianstories] It was the twenty-seventh of May when it all began. In a single night, Indira Mistry gave her heart hope, wore it on her sleeve, got it beaten up, drowned it with alcohol, smoked it with cigarettes, poured it...