Lovestruck [girlxgirl]

Lovestruck [girlxgirl] - Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

            “Where do you think you’re going dyke?” Grant snarled at the girl’s back causing fear to swirl around in my tummy.

            I don’t know if it was my imagination but I thought I heard the girl let out a soft sigh. She turned around slowly, brushing off Grant’s hand. Like every time I saw her, my breath got caught in my throat and my mouth went dry making it hard to even breathe; she was just so stunning.

            No! No! No! I can’t be thinking these thoughts! They’re bad!

            The girl’s brown eyes flitted across all five of us, eyes somber and yet sparkling with something…was it tenacity? When her eyes met mine, I could see a hint of confusion flash before her eyes before returning to her original expression. Those eyes made me just want to grab my friends and leave her alone. Regret came up on me and I instantly wished I did more to try and stop this from happening.

I can’t be feeling like this right now though! The past is the past and now…I don’t know how I was supposed to act.

 Her eyes met Grant’s as she opened her mouth and began to speak. “What do you want?”

            Oh. My. God. I never thought that someone’s voice alone could get me so…horny. Her voice sounded like chimes sparked with determination and yet there was this soothing aspect in her voice the quelled my anger instantly. If I had to pick only one sound that I could hear the rest of my life, I’d definitely pick her voice. Regret turned into tight knots in my stomach as I fidgeted in my spot, feeling myself get wet.

            Curse you hormones.

            “That’s not how you talk to your upperclassmen, first year,” Grant snarled.

            “And it’s not nice to call lesbians dykes but you do it anyways,” the girl countered and I fought hard to hold back a snigger.

            “Well girls shouldn’t like girls. It’s disgusting and just plain wrong!” Brittney narrowed her eyes down at her.

            Our victim met Brittney’s gaze with matching intensity. “Why don’t you just mind your own business and fuck off?!”

            I could see Brittney was about to lose it so after sharing a glance with Jaki, we both grabbed her by the arms, pulling her back before she could do anything we would all regret.

            “It is our business when you want to rape every girl at this school!” Brittney screamed back, struggling against our hold. Her eyes looked almost bloodshot. If she was a dog, she’d be frothing at the mouth by now.

            “I’m not a slut,” she responded, her face turning expressionless, “unlike all of you guys,”

            Everyone froze, feet rooted to the spot they stood on. Being called a slut by someone other than her would have made me pissed; I’d want to beat the crap out of them until they’re begging for mercy. But hearing it come out of her mouth was almost like a slap in the face. Although I didn’t like to admit it but I was a major player…or I guess a whore in other people’s view. I’ve slept with a different guy almost every other night for the past two years and then just dump them without giving a care in the world but none of them would have cared. They’re all players like me. Love and a relationship was the last thing on all of our minds; love doesn’t even exist in my dictionary! Regardless, I guess people can call me a slut…if they wanted their asses kicked.