My Rainbow of Confusion

Chappie 1

Chapter 1: Lavender

Never, in my life, did I ever think I would actually have to question my sexuality.
And its all because of the girl next door.
So here I am lying in my bed staring at the ceiling actually thinking, and its all because of today.
And now, for a slight flashback and then I'll do introductions promise.
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As I take my books out of my locker, a body drops at my feet. I look down to see my best friend.
"Did you hear?" My best friend, Crate asked me.
"Did I hear what?" I ask her back.
"We're getting a new student." She said.
I close my locker and sit down on the floor next to her.
"Okay. So what?" I asked.
She looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "And she's just your type."
I raised my eyebrows and snorted, "what do you mean-" I stop short when I see her.
I know its her because no one else has dark blue hair. No one else has a really cute nose piercing that just sits at the side of their nose and glimmers in the sunlight.
Radiating silver.
Oh boy.
She makes eye contact with me as she walks by; her hair bouncing at her shoulders, and her confidence burning my eyes.
A small smirk forms on her face as I continue to stare. She winks at me and turns a corner leaving my eye site.
Crate turns my head so I'm facing her.
"Her name is Sam, and I think I have some stocking to do for you." She laughs, gets up and walks away.
I blink my eyes realizing what she meant by that. I stand up and walk after her.
"Wait just a minute." I say.
"Hmm?" She teases.
"Crate, I know you are implying that I am into girls but I'm not and you know it." I shrug.
"Then what was that?"
"Oh come on, I'm sure she been stared at like that all day! She's new, and her hair is blue, and she has facial piercing." I inform her. "She's different. And different does really mix well in this school. I can't be the only person who looked at her like that." I say.
Crate smiles, "you're right. You're just the only one who drooled." She looked at me.
I suddenly became conscious of the saliva on my chin. I wipe it immediately.
I freaking drooled?
I don't understand.
I don't understand what is going on. This feeling, this feeling of embarrassment.
I start to think about Sam and my heart starts pounding. Why?
"Crate. Do I like her?" I look at her.
Crate steps closer to me and looks me in my eyes, "no." Her words shock me.
She straightens up, "you haven't even met her yet. How do you know?"
"How do you know I don't like her?" I ask.
"Oh I don't! But I know you don't like her. You've only seen her buy you don't know her so you can't possibly like her." She starts to walk away.
"I see what you're saying." I say.
"All will be told in due time. In due time my child."
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Okay, I promised you an introduction so here it is.
My name is Amber. Amber Limbers. I'm 18 and vice class president.
Crate, aka, Denise Winters, is my best friend. The only friend I have actually. When you go to school like mine, you only have one or two real friends. Anymore than that, someone is lying.
I call her Crate because when we were kids, she would play with crates, in crates, stand on crates, sleep in crates. It was a very odd thing she did but colorful crates just made her happy. So I started calling her "Crate" and it stuck ever since.
I get up from my bed and walk to my desk. No more Sam, I need to get some work done. As I take out my books out my bag I hear the doorbell. I walk out my room and start the trip down stairs when I see my mom already at the door.
I shrug and start to go back when my mom calls my name.
"Come Amber darling! There is someone here who you should meet!" She smiles.
I groan and walk down the stairs and to the door.
With closed eyes I start to speak, "Hello, I'm Amber its wonderful to meet you." I open my eyes to see Sam.
I think my heart just stopped.
Okay before you jump on me, I had my eyes closed because saying "Hello I'm Amber wonderful to meet you." Is routine. My parents are the type of people who want to be involved in everything. So when they meet new people and invite them for dinner, I have to meet them too.
"Well hello Amber, I'm Sam wonderful to meet you also." She smirks at me.
The same one from school today.
Her mother who is standing behind her makes a sarcastic cough and says, "Samantha."
Sam rolls her eyes, "Samantha George, pleasure to meet you." She curtsies and looks at me.
I laugh.
"Mrs Limbers it was wonderful to meet you and your daughter." Mrs George looks at me.
Realizing that I didn't introduce myself to her I put my hand out for her to shake it. She looks at my hand like it is an insect that needs to be smushed.
"Yes, but we must go now. Remember we live right next door." She pulls Sam with her as they leave.
Sam is funny, and I can obviously tell her mother doesn't think the same way.
I can also tell when someone doesn't like me. Too bad my feelings aren't hurt.
"Well, Sam was lovely." My mom walks away, "close the door please sweetheart."
I start to close the door when Sam runs back, stepping inside. She comes right up to me, puts a hand around my waist and looks in my eyes. Her face inches from mine. She pants as she tries to catch her breath meanwhile I'm not breathing at all.
Oh man, what is this? She's so close, I just want..
"I remember you." She says pulling me from my thoughts. "You're the cute girl that was sitting on the floor with that other girl. I remember." She finishes.
"That was Crate, or Denise. I-I'm Amber." I can not think right now. Her body, is touching mine!
Sam laughs, "I know. Also, if you ever call me Samantha, I'll murder you." She smiles and runs off. I take in her scent and a piece of me feels like its gone.
Lavender.

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