Scoring a Goal [✔]

7 ♒️ cherry on top

When I met Alex at the bar, I never thought I would fall for her, especially this fast. Honestly, I expected to just be a one night stand to her. I expected to be used like a crusty old tissue, then thrown in the garbage never to be repaired again.

But all of that changed when she called me the next day. Before I left her apartment, I had slipped my phone number into the pocket of her slacks, the ones she wore the previous night.

I was currently school, stuck in my sixth period class. Mr. Lavaro droned on and on like a broken record, telling us about how important chemistry was and what an important aspect it played in our every day lives.

Usually, I wasn't day dreaming like this. Never before have I stuck my hand under my chin and stared out the window, my thoughts being clouded by no one other than Alex.

Alex, Alex, Alex. The way her hands placed themselves firmly on my hip bones, the way her lips etched themselves into my skin. I touched the marks she left on my neck, and doing so made all the feelings and memories come right back.

"Sarah, I've been calling you for the last five minutes." Mr. Lavaro glared at me, pushing his glasses back onto his pointy nose. His hair was thick and black, and to be honest, he resembled Patrick Dempsey. At least, that's what all the girls thought. You could tell they weren't learning chemistry by the way their eyes boggled in their heads, the way they sighed with every thought of Mr. Lavaro giving "after school tutoring."

"W-what? I'm sorry, I was..." Usually I'm more clever than this, but I was stumped. "Never mind."

Mr. Lavaro gave me one last glance before averting his eyes back to the board.

I couldn't stand to be in this class for one more second. All I wanted to do was go to soccer practice and tell Amy the good news. I watched the clock, hoping that doing so would somehow speed up time. In five minutes, the final bell rang and I was free at last.

I went over to my locker to grab my textbooks before heading over to the field. A group of girls muttered something under their breaths, then giggled as their eyes darted in my direction.

What was that all about? I wondered. Not that I was going to worry about it now, of course. There were more important things to do.

I sprinted lightly to the field, already dressed in my uniform. I spotted Amy in the distance and punched her in the arm, jokingly.

"Woah, you seem a bit cheerful today," she chuckled. "What happens last night?"

I'm sure she regretted asking, because as soon as I was done, she seemed more worn out than she ever looked, even when she played. Her eyes shot wide as she processed all the details.

"So that was it. Turns out I'm gay." Somehow, saying it out loud wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Probably because I said it in the mirror all those times.

Amy laughed, bending over and putting her hands on her knees, "I know, kid. Why do you think I took you there?"

I looked at her in disbelief, but smiled and punched her lightly once again.

"Well you had to find out sooner or later!" She chuckled once more before playing ball. She kicked the ball with such a passion it radiated through her entire body. You could tell that soccer was her one true love, above all others. I had to admit, she was way better than me.

After practice, Amy and I went for a "You finally found out you like pussy" celebration at Jaxon's Ice Cream Parlor. At least, that's what she called it. We ordered the sink full of ten scoops of ice cream and shared. I plopped a scoop of banana and mint chocolate chip onto my spoon and shoved it in my mouth.

"So," I said with a mouth-full of ice cream, "What happened with you and Rachel?" The way I said her name made her sound like she was a filthy ball of slime. But thinking of her like that made me feel better, so I went with it.

Amy shrugged, "Nothing happened. I mean we fucked, sure, but that's about it." Funny how she says that's about it as if having sex was something to take lightly-- or maybe for her, it was.

"Better luck next time, I guess," was all I managed to say. We both kept scooping massive loads of ice cream into our mouths, rainbow sprinkles, chocolate chips, and whipped cream pouring out the sides of our cheeks.

"Messy eaters, we are," Amy gave me a wink and instantly, I laughed. Ever since finding out who I truly was, things have been a lot easier for me. I could take a gay joke without shutting it out. Heck, I could even make some back.

"Not as messy as you were last night," I retorted, shaking my head violently as if I were drowning. "Oh, Rachel. Rachel." I moaned, imitating Amy.

"Oh, shut up. All this talk coming from the pussy destroyer herself," Amy picked up a wad of napkin with a plucked cherry in it and threw it at me. The stem got caught in my hair, so I threw it back. Soon it became a game of "who could get more ice cream in the other's hair."

Just then, a group of girls from school, the same ones by my locker earlier, came up to our table.

"Heard you went to a gay bar last night. Trying to pick up girls, faggot?" The main girl said, which made all of her other stuck-up blondes snicker behind her.

"I swear to god Amber, if you don't get out of here--" Amy started,

"Yuck, please. Wouldn't want you to talk with your mouth full."

"-- of pussy," another girl finished. They giggled and laughed as though this whole thing was a joke, as if I were some huge joke.

Just then my instincts kicked in. I took the rest of the ice cream and threw it on Amber's head, watching her friends mouth's gape, seeing their perfect princess doused in sticky ice cream.

"Ugh! Who do you think you are?" Amber retorted in disgust. Amy took the cherry out of her hair and put it on top of Amber's instead, making her more aggravated by the second.

Both of us laughed as Amber and her clique marched off, out of the parlor and out of our sights.

"Looks like she was in for a sticky situation," Amy laughed. For some reason, that made me laugh so much I spat ice cream all over Amy's face. She was shocked, but wiped it off and continued laughing. Soon enough, the whole parlor erupted with laughter of two teenage lesbians who just doused their worst enemy in sticky goodness.

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a/n: this chapter is pretty long compared to my other ones, so I hope you enjoy it! The next chapter will focus on Sarah and Alex more, considering I haven't spoken of them too much yet. Thank you again for reading/voting/commenting/sharing. Everything is much appreciated! c: xx