Scoring a Goal [✔]

4 ♒️ the cover-up

A few weeks of school passed, the words DYKE and LESBIAN scrawled with red spray paint on my lockers-both my school one and the one in the girls locker room.

It was then- when people gave me disgusted looks walking to class, seeing those gruesome lies written on my lockers, and having rumors tossed every which way at me- that I decided to do something about it.

About a week ago, a guy in my Chemistry class, Greyson, asked me out. He picked me up a my house and things went real well with him and my mom. After telling him how much I loved action films, he took me to see Fast 5 in theaters. Ever since then, we've been dating.

Except, with Greyson, things feel... empty. When he kisses me, all I feel is nothingness. When he holds me on his arm like a trophy, I weep inside. It's either date him, or get called a dyke again.

Ever since I started going out with Greyson, the whispers and name-calling have stopped, which is all I ever wanted in the first place.

But every time I pass Amy, she gives me a disappointing, sad look, written on her face and in those soft brown eyes of hers. Whenever I see her like that, my heart caves in my chest and I loosen my grip on Greyson's hand.

Right now, I'm currently at his house. His parents weren't home, so he invited me over. Obviously, all that means is that he wants to get good sex- which is exactly what he got. Except it was only good for him, not me.

We were lying naked in his bed, his arms around me, spooning, when he asked, "Was it bad?"

"No, of course not." Turns out I'm becoming a better liar than I ever thought I was.

"Good," he whispered and nibbled on my earlobe. While doing this, he cupped my breast.

Was I supposed to feel pleasure from this? It felt like he was kneading dough. Just then, I shot out of his bed.

"It's getting late, I should go." After all, it was almost eleven.

"Promise I'll see you tomorrow?" He muttered groggily with a twinkle in his eye.

Without another word, I dressed myself, grabbed my car keys, and drove home.

I cranked my radio loud, hoping to get Greyson's sweet nothings out of my ear. I sang along to the music that blared from my speakers.

After about ten minutes, I arrived home. It was a weekend, so my mother wasn't upset that I had come home rather late. She was lying on the couch watching reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, laughing along to Joey's foolish acts and cheering whenever Monica and Chandler kissed.

"Oh, hey Sarah," she said through gulps of laughter. What surprised me is what she said next- "A friend called earlier. I think her name was Amy? Anyway, she said to call her back when you could."

First of all, how on earth did Amy get my number? And secondly, why was she calling me after not talking to me for two weeks?

"Er, thanks," I uttered, making a dash for my room.

I picked up the house phone and redialed Amy. I told myself I would just hang up after three rings.

Ring

Ring

Ring-

"Hello?" I suddenly heard Amy's smooth voice on the other end of the phone- dammit.

"Uh, hey, it's Sarah."

"Sarah, right. Well, hi."

"You called earlier?"

"Yeah, I was bored and wanted to know if you would hang out with me tonight. But then your mom told me you went over to Greyson's so I kinda just shrugged it off." I could hear the disappointment in her voice that she tried to hide.

"Well, I'm free now. Can I take you up on that offer?"

"Sure you don't wanna take a rain check?"

I chuckled, "No, no. Let's go out. I need to get my mind off of stuff." And by stuff, I meant Greyson.

"Alright, I'll be there in twenty minutes. Oh, and wear something... skimpy." That's all I heard before she hung up.

Something skimpy? Where on earth am I going to find something skimpy?

I rummaged through my closet, but after finding nothing but casual dresses and shorts, I dug through mom's. She still kept a few of her dresses from back in the day, when she was a party animal. I looked through a few dresses but ended up picking a short red one that was cut mid thigh. It was low cut in the front to show off some cleavage and had a mesh undertone.

I put it on and paired it with some silver earrings, bracelets, and some black stilettos I found, courtesy of mom's closet. After putting on my cherry red lipstick, petal pink blush, and creamy foundation, my cell phone rang.

On the screen was a text from Amy:

Ready when you are ;)

I puckered my red lips in the mirror once before wading downstairs.

"Mom, I'm going out with Amy for a bit. I'll be home by two."

"Sure thing, sweetheart. Be safe! Make sure to take the key to let yourself back in cause I'll probably be asleep by then."

"Alright," I nodded and made my way outside in my black stilettos.

Outside, Amy was waiting for me dressed in a nice button-up shirt with a red bow tie.

"How'd you know I was gonna wear red?" I asked curiously, noticing that we matched a bit.

"A beautiful woman always dresses in her best colors," Amy winked, "Plus you look like the red type."

I blushed a shade of red that almost matched my lipstick. Why on earth were my cheeks so sensitive to her kind words?

"So, where are you taking me tonight?" I asked, fixing a few strands of hair in the passenger mirror.

She looked at me with a smirk wide enough to stop an entire room.

"A gay bar."