Avia Huxley has been waiting her whole life for senior year. Her mission: take down The Elites, a group who destroyed her mother's life years ago.
Now, their children are almost adults. Avia vows to destroy the new generation so something like her d...
The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart. -Helen Keller
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Is she angry that I jeopardized our friendship? Is her heart still not over Logan? Does she reciprocate my want for more?
Her eyes are wider than I've ever seen them. They're shining with excitement, and my nervousness simmers slightly. If she kissed me for as long as she did, she must've felt something.
Or maybe, Marie felt like I did when I kissed Nick. Like it was my obligation to meet his desires, but not because I wanted to.
"You're gay?" She practically screams, putting a hand to her mouth in shock.
Only Marie would diffuse the tension in my bones by being so adorable. I laugh at her utter confusion of what's going on.
"I don't know," I simply state, which is unquestionably the truth.
My heart picks only a few people to be interested in. In all my life I've only ever lusted after two people, both guys. That can't be a big enough sample size to determine my sexuality.
I feel like a robot learning about what makes a human. How does one even determine their sexuality?
How am I so blissfully ignorant of a natural process that's been going on since the beginning of man?
Am I even human? Why can't I figure out who I am? I'm almost an adult, but I can't decipher who I like, something even tweens do with ease. Feeling as if I'm an alien to society, I curl up protectively.
"Are you okay?" She asks gently, draping her cardigan around my bare arms.
"I don't know what I am, Marie. All I know is that I like you. That's the truth." The words manage to cautiously creep out of my mouth.
She smiles brightly and looks at me with acceptance. "Believe me, I'm not one to judge. You'll figure it out your sexuality eventually or maybe you won't, but I still wouldn't give two shits."
My body becomes afire with true happiness. It's in that moment I realize Marie will always be with me from now on. There will be no rifts between us anymore. I plant a delicate kiss on her cheek.
We are bonded together.
"Where do we go from here?" Marie gets back to business. I may have feelings for her, but we can only pretend to be obliviously content for so long. She will support me; however, we need a plan.
"Well," I tread carefully, hoping to approach this calmly as to not upset her. "We can't publicly date, you know?"
This would be the moment that if I were Marie, I would explode.
I would be furious that the girl I liked is keeping me as her dirty little secret. I would kick and scream in denial, ignorantly hoping we could walk into school the next day hand in hand.
