Unexpected (lesbian)

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From the first day i was born, i knew that i was different. Different in the way that i saw life, different in the way that i was accustomed to death from a young age. My family were killed when i was 7 years old - and no, not in a heroic way, i cannot say that they passed on due to some battle or fight to the death. The irony that a single flame from an ordinary candle can have the unweilding power to burn down the entire house - killing my family and everything i cherished with it.

But that was a long time ago...

Looking in the mirror, i cursed myself.." You look like shit, Kara" i mumble to myself because latley the insomina that has been plaguing me everyday has consumed all the ability to even think straight. The pressure of university and the constant dreams that come to me in my 30 minutes of drowsing off are taking a major toll of my appereance. My long wavy red hair is said to be my best feature because its is not the typical red, it is an auburn red, but, i hate long hair - always inconvient especially when im painting. My eyes are not their usual selves they now seem dimmer in this mirror and lighitng from their usual bright green. I know what your thinking - poster Irish child. But, alas i am from Irish heritage and yes, blame the red hair.

Now sitting in my art theory class i notice that keeping my eyes open is going to be the biggest mission for today. However, then something unusal happens - i feel this weird vibe in the room, like i could almost feel the air vibrating. I look around the room and then spot her. She walks into the room with the power of confidence. The lecturer turns to her having their private conversation before addressing her to the class. "This is our new student who has transferred from another university- Please introduce yourself to the class". I look at her with her short spiky black hair that gives me the impression that she woke up that way - her collared shirt and jeans. She is beautiful.

" Hi everyone, my name is Aubrey Starr" she said. All i could do was stare at her and take in all her beauty. the lecturer breaks my spell by saying. "well, welcome Aubrey you can take a seat next to Kara, she is our top student and she can help you catch up" as he points her in my direction - i see an unsual look cross her face - attraction? lust? - no it couldnt be. I must be losing my mind. I watch her walk up towards me and my mouth goes dry. "Hi, what is your name?Aubrey says with smooth charm and calm. "Um.. Its.. Um.. K-Kara". "Thats a beautful name" she says to my amazing charm - i mean really? i have never stammered in my life. "well Kara, im about to rock your world!"

"what do you mean? "i was totally confused by that statement. She didn't know me.. what was that supposed to mean? while my brain was visibly straining trying to figure this out, Aubrey replied " All in a matter of time." then she smiled the most beautiful smile i have ever seen.. that it took me a few seconds to realise that i was in fact not breathing. what is wrong with me? why am i acting so strange around this woman?

The lecture went by painfully slow with woman next to me.. i caught myself watching her every movement and noticed a few others watching her too. She was amazingly beautiful even through her tomboy charm. The lecturer wrapped up our lecture by saying "well that's it for today, tomorrow we Will continue with this chapter on Vincent Van Gogh's life. Aubrey please schedule with Kara on times that you Will meet to discuss our previous work." Aubrey gave me this curious smile and with calm said "well Kara Murphy i Will be seeing you around" with that she winked at me and walked away. i shouted out " Hey, how do you know my surname?" i asked puzzled. She walked up to me, my body froze.. she placed to face close to my ear..heat ran through my body and it woke up all my senses.. she whispered " I know alot about you Kara" and she walked away.

i couldn't catch my breathe.. what the hell just happened? who is this girl?

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