Lesbophobia

8

I sit on Luna's apartment couch, a bit tense. I know about three of the people here, by face, not even name. Luna's talking to someone else and the guy that tried to hit me up is sitting next to me.

"So how's high school?" he asks and I stare at him. I hadn't realised it before, but I had become friends with all college students and I was still in high school. They were all between the age of eighteen and twenty one. One of them was twenty four, but that was someone's boyfriend I had learnt. 

"High school sucks," I say and he nods.

"I know right. I love college a whole lot more. There are actually people with whom you share interests," he tells me and I sigh. It sounds like something that could never happen to me. But I liked these people already more than anyone I had ever met in high school.

"How's college, besides the friends?" I ask and he scoffs.

"Busy, busy and busy. Finals of this year are closing in on us, threatening to kill me with the lack of sleep. I spend each night studying and each day listening to my professors lecturing us about something dumb." Sounds still better than high school. I hate high school.

"You gonna go to your third year?" I ask and he nods.

"Yeah, probably. It looks good so far. I need some more good grades, but then I'll be safe as fuck." I laugh and it makes him laugh too. 

"What are you studying again?" I ask and he silences his phone when suddenly messages start coming in.

"My major is English lit and a minor in psychology." 

"Sounds interesting," I say and he opens his mouth to continues telling me about his minor and major, but Luna interrupts him by yelling: "Time for dumb drinking games!" Everyone laughs and it makes me smile.

But then I realise the drinking games are really dumb. We play spin the bottle for a few minutes, but Luna gets bored, saying she has seen people kissing and making out more than enough when she started college. 

So we decide to play never have I ever. There are more things I have not done than things I have done. Luna pouts at me when it is confessed I have never smoked weed. I laugh at her face and she shakes her head in disappointment.

"You're so young," she mumbles and I raise an eyebrow.

"You're literally two years older," I say and she shrugs. 

"Still, you're so innocent." I roll my eyes. She's nineteen, it's not like she's got way more life experience than I have. Well... I don't think so. No, I am fairly sure she only has had more sexual and illegal experience in life than I have. College, right?

Rob, the guy who tried to hit me up was apparently called Rob, says we should definitely smoke together some time. I say sure, but I don't think I will do that anytime soon. I like drinking, but I suck at smoking. I always cough and choke and then the horrible taste lasts in my mouth forever. 

So since I am the most sober and I drove here, Luna decides I need to drive them home. They had gone here with Jasmine, who is passed out on the couch. So I agree to drive four other people home, I don't know why I do. The others decide to stay over, because they're having fun apparently. Or they're drunk.

Luna sits next to me in the passengers seat, leaning her head against the window.

"If anyone throws up in my car, I'll push your head into it," I threaten and look in my rearview mirror. The guys sitting in the back nod slowly and I narrow my eyes at them for a second. I then look at Luna, whose eyes are falling shut the whole time. 

When it's just me and Luna left in the car, she lifts her head to look at me.

"Gooo... out with me," she slurs and I smile at her. 

"Sure thing Luna, I will go out with you," I say as a joke. Her drunken body giggles, Jesus, and she sits back. Why had she joined us anyway, weren't we in her apartment?

I decide to drive her back to her apartment, making a d-tour once again before I go back home, and carry her to her bed with my arm around her shoulder, her full body weight on me. 

Her body falls on the bed and she giggles at me. I roll my eyes and throw a blanket over her. I bend over to tuck her in, but she decides I need to lay with her. So she pulls me, drags me, on her bed, making me fall on her.

"Stay with me," she murmurs and she wraps her arms around me. I sigh and decide I am too tired to object. So I stay there, wrapped up in her arms.