You Stole My Breath (YSMB)

Cause You Got Another One

Rachael Point of View:

"I think I'm crushing on girls," I say, taking a deep breath and wait for Abigail's reaction.

Her grey eyes look like it's about to budge out of her skull and her jaw drops to the ground. She drops her pencil to the ground and fully turns around to me.

She let out a gasp, "Like as in, the whole school?!"

I look at her in disgust, nose wrinkled and eyes narrowed, "What makes you think that?!"

"You said girls, with an s. Girls," She exclaimed, stretching the s as she said, girls.

"I think I'm crushing on TWO girls," I said with clarity, and holding up two fingers. What makes her think I'm crushing on the entire school? Who does that? ...psychopath?

She rolls her eyes, "Well, how was I suppose to know it's TWO? Geez, be more specific next time."

I roll my eyes, too.

"Anyways, I think I'm crushing on two girls," I said calmly.

"Well then, congratulations!" She says, giving me a round of applause. "Now it's a threesome!"

I grab a pillow from her bed and threw it at her face.

"Ow!"

"Ow? It's a pillow for goodness sake, it's soft," I huffed. "It's a lot better than being hit by a fucking closet door."

"Why did you hit me with the pillow? I congratulation you for getting a threesome -" She says, but I cut her off by throwing a pillow at her again.

"I'm asking for relationship advice, not sex advice," I groan and plop down on her bed. "When did you got dirty-minded?"

Threesome sounds interesting and it wouldn't hurt to try it once, however, with the tension between Hannah and Samantha? More like, two rivals are going to ripe each other head's off.

"There's a thing called PronHub, idiot," She says in her genius tone. Blah.

I look at her in shock, "You watch Pro-pron?!"

"No, but I've heard of it," She says, facing back to her screen. "I know what sex is, but I don't know much about it."

I lay back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling which is filled with painted stars by her. The stars vary in different colors, red, orange, yellow, green, royal blue, and violet. Sounds like the LGBTQ+ flag to me, but she says it's the color of the rainbow.

"Should I tell Mom, or should I not?" I ask, turning to her. She slams her laptop and went on the bed next to me, "You better not."

"So tell me about those girls," She says, facing me.

"Don't tell anyone," I say, putting a finger over her lips. "Cause no one needs to know, not even a single soul."

"But my soul counts, right?" She asks.

I raised a brow at her and pretend to be in deep thoughts.

"You've got a soul? Since when?" I joke, she shots me a look and hits me on the arm. "I'm joking."

"Tell me those girls, or you're getting out of my bedroom," She says, sitting up correctly and I follow her.

"Okay," I begin. "There's Samantha, and there's Hannah. Samantha is the girl, who I told you about when Jacob was over. As for Hannah, she's a friend of mine, however, it seems like Samantha and Austin hated her the most. Austin hates Hannah because she's a cheater, and Samantha hates Hannah for God knows why."