A New World (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 18

The week has been passing by excruciatingly slow. With Quinn and Luke, basketball, and girls consuming my time, all of my energy has been slowly draining away. When I say girls I mean Dahlia and Jen. They've been all over me this entire week. I love the attention but it's starting to suffocate me.

I mean, I never even knew that Jen liked me that way. Yeah we flirt but it was always friendly to me. When I told her that Dahlia and I are actually speaking again, she lost it. Literally like when bat-shit crazy on me.

Ever since then she's been around me more and always by my side, like a guard dog. Dahlia was no better. She texts me ever morning this mushy love text and calls me non stop. I mean really, I just need a break from the two.

Well, I mean, I could just--

"Hey, you okay?"

This is the shit I'm talking about. I can't even think without one of them invading my mind, the only place that they aren't.

"Yeah, just thinking." I give a small smile and focus my attention back on the teacher. I guess I zoned out the whole time.

"Oh, class I have one more announcement regarding your group projects."

Group projects?!? Dammit! Did I really miss the explanation?

"You will be placed in assigned groups of three tomorrow and I will give you all time to work on it as well."

I groaned in frustration, annoyed that I have no idea what we have to do. Jen looked at my confused face and laughed.

"You don't know what we're doing, do you?"

"Please tell me." I use my puppy dog eyes and she just laughs at my attempts.

"You're like 30, it won't work on me, hun."

I smile a little at the pet name but playfully roll my eyes. "Hey! I'm far from thirty okay!?"

She just laughs before explaining what the projects about and what we need.

The class ends abruptly, tearing Jen and I out of our conversation. I pack away my god forsaken books and head for my locker.

***

School ends on an uneventful note, and I am thankful for that. Dahlia and Jen kept a safe distance away from me, so that was great as well. Even for the first half of basketball practice, she stayed away and gave me my much needed space.

"Alright, bring it in!" Coach yells and we all huddle around him like he was our Shepard. "We have our first scrimmage next week, so we'll be working our ass of until then. I know it's only a scrimmage but I want you all at your best."

We all pile our hands in, waiting for him to finish. When he's done he places his hand on top of ours and chants, "Eagles on three. One, two, three! Eagles!"

Once that's over we all funnel back into the locker rooms, ready to leave.

"Hey, Gwen, want to get something to eat?" Jen asks as I pull up my sweats.

"Sorry, I promised someone I'd hang with them. Maybe tomorrow?" I ask, looking at her now sad face. Her whole demeanour becomes sullen and I feel a painful twinge in my heart, knowing that I'm the cause of her sadness.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Tomorrow." She smiles then heads back to her locker.

"You really got to her, bud." Lauren chimes.

"Yeah, but what did I do? I just told her that I already had plans."

"You're stupid as shit. She likes you and you're obviously blowing her off for Dahlia who, might I add, fucked you over." Lauren said a little angrily.

"I don't blow anyone off. I already had plans. I can't just cancel them for her." I spat back with the same amount of anger.

"Yeah, okay. You're right but she just cares about you and doesn't want to see you get hurt, that's a--"

My phone rings, cutting her off.

"Sorry, bud. I have to take this. I'll talk to you later, Kay?" I tell her while grabbing my things and heading for the doors.

"Hey, D. I'm on my way out." I say, answering my phone. There's no response so I figure my connections bad, that is until I feel someone's arms around my waist. I hang-up and relax into her embrace.

"What was the point of calling me, if you're right here, D?" I ask, tilting my head back a little to get a better look.

She nuzzled her face into my neck, "I just wanted to hear your voice, beautiful."

I turn around in her embrace and stare at her, wondering why she's being so sweet.

"You know I've already forgiven you." She responds with a nod. "Then why are you being so sweet." I question, honestly confused by her behaviour.

"Because you deserve it and I want you to feel special every day, love." She says, smiling the whole time. "Now let's go, I'm starving."