Explicit [GirlxGirl - Complete]

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The walk to the empty bedroom feels like dragging my feet through quicksand. I fight to keep my eyes open with every step. My legs keep trying to collapse beneath me. I could fall asleep standing upright if I let myself.

If I had known Lianna would be the one moving into the spare room, I would have run away this afternoon. Or at least, I would have tried to find a way to not run into her. Maybe I should have hidden inside the school until I absolutely had to leave. Instead, I walked in on them moving in.

It would take them hours before they were done going in and out of the room. I had to find a way out of this.

But Lianna's got her arm around my neck and we're heading upstairs where no one can save me.

The last time I was alone with her she'd ruined a part of the world for me. At least, two people in the world and perhaps the locker room in general. I should just avoid the gym from now on.

I stop at the first door on the right and she bumps into me. The box rattles against her. I can feel her looking down at me. Her perfume is still sickeningly sweet. My nose burns.

The closed door blocks us from the room. I don't know how long we're going to stand there just looking at it, but I know I can't be the first one to go in. My hands shake and my stomach twists as I take a deep breath. I want to fall to the ground, curl up in a ball, and pretend the entire past week didn't happen.

It's not going to happen when she's right behind me.

It still hasn't fully settled in. She's going to be living here. Everyday. Home was the one escape for me these past few days. This is the only place where I can get away from the shit world and all human beings. Now, I don't have anywhere to go. I can't even have peace in my own home.

Lianna gives a small laugh. "Okay..."

She opens the door, pulling her arm off my shoulders, and steps into the doorway. There's instant relief when she pulls away. The warmth like burning coal pressed against my back is gone. My lips and mouth are so dry I can't get any relief from licking them.

"Am I that repulsive?"

I look up at her. Her words are a slap to the face much like when I accused her of stealing.

Right. I haven't apologized for that yet.

She tilts her head and steps back into the room. Her eyes wander around the empty room. As if she's trying to fill our uncomfortable silence with her own silent words. I try to figure out what she's saying, but the messages are lost. I follow her into the room.

She moves to the center of the room and sits the box down.

I get another chance to look at her when she bends over. There's no fear that she'll catch me staring, but the reassurance doesn't make me feel better. When she came in, I'd been in too much shock to really take a look at her. Sure, I noticed her clothes and all that, but I hadn't looked at her.

She's beautiful. It's the absolute truth I haven't admitted to myself or even uttered in my head. She's not the conventional type of beautiful. She's confident, able to convey emotions in the way she moves, and is boyish in a way. She's no tomboy, but there's something about her that screams dominance.

Maybe it's the way she doesn't take shit from anyone. She speaks her mind.

She straightens. I don't avert my eyes fast enough.

She crosses her arms. She walks towards me and without thinking, I back up until I'm pressed against the wall. My heart drops and I feel the air whoosh out of my lungs. I clench my hands and try to force a breath into my chest. She's as close as she was in the locker room. I stare over her shoulder to avoid her eyes.