It Takes Time

Chapter 1

It all started with spin the bottle at a middle school party when I was thirteen. I had no clue that I would end up kissing Rosalind Yelts. The most popular girl in the school. At the time middle school was simpler, Aeropostale shirts that are a bit too tight, way too much mascara, foundation that's two shades darker than our actual skin tone, and braces. Rosalind had just recently gotten her braces off, so all the boys were drooling after her. But tonight, tonight is Karrie Parr's thirteenth birthday, all the popular girls were invited. I don't know how I ended up with them, maybe it was just a joke. I don't know. But anyways, Rosalind Yelts...

It was the first round and Karrie went first, she had come up with this rule saying that if it landed on yourself, it was a pass. And of course, the bottle landed on herself. Next it was Francine Helms, she was the second most popular girl in school but was as ugly as a hag. The only reason as to why she was popular was because her mother donated a huge amount of money to the school. She spinned the bottle and it landed on Darla James. They giggled and decided to go for a kiss on the cheek. Then it was my turn, I laughed nervously and cracked a joke that I can't even remember. I chewed on my lip and pulled at my dyed black hair that at the time was dead from straightening it. The bottle spun... and spun... and spun...

It landed on Rosalind. She rolled her eyes and said something under her breath. Karrie told her to just do it already.

I looked at Rosalind and she leaned in and we kissed... on the lips, it was only a peck but it was something. She pulled away and said to Karrie,

"There. Happy?"

The game resumed. It wasn't until much later that night that the kiss was brought back up again.

Since we were the only two that kissed on the lips, Rosalind made everyone promise that they wouldn't tell. She didn't want the entire school to think she was a fag.

"Karrie! Lesbians are so gross! Why would you tell everyone I kissed a girl!?" Rosalind yelled as she threw some Connect Four chips at Karrie.

"But you always say that gossip is good for the soul," Karrie responded as she picked up the chips.

"Only if its about other people!" Rosalind then began to pout and cry.

"Woah Rose... Calm the fuck down..." Francine said as she helped Karrie pick up the chips.

"It's not like you actually like girls... right?" Darla said as she frowned and leaned against a beanbag chair.

"No... I don't... but I don't want anyone to think that I do," Rosalind wiped the tears away from her puffy eyes, "you can't tell anyone," she said to me while giving the death glare.

"I don't have anyone to tell," I said with a shrug.

"Thought so." Rosalind smirked and leaned against her own bean bag chair.

I remember thinking that I would tell Honney Foster, only because we had met online and I had told her everything. I never ended up telling her.

Monday at school was like any other day. Rosalind sat with her posse, and there was a hoard of boys behind her. I sat in the far left corner of the lunchroom, the "emo corner" as they called it. Jem Watts and Christal Watts sat with me, they were twins and they had more piercings than fingers and toes, and every day, either their hair was different colors or they had some new piercing. Jem dressed in black, black boots, black skinny jeans, black shirt, and his favourite black zipper jacket. He had mostly ear piercings and wore a lot of necklaces and jewelry. Christal, however, wore ripped leggings that were some sort of obnoxious color with her pointed heel boots. Along with that, she wore skirts that almost broke dress code, and with those skirts she had enough belts to get rapunzel out of her tower. Usually she finished that off with a black shirt and tank top over that. Like Jem she wore many bracelets and necklaces, but most of her piercings were on her face. I on the other hand stuck with my black jeans a band shirts. Yeah I wore a lot of eyeliner and ruined my brown hair by dying it black and making it stick straight. I didn't really call myself emo, unlike them.