Explicit [GirlxGirl - Complete]

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

 "Riley, do you want to be partners?"

Liza stands over Riley's desk with her notebook. Her hair is braided down in a French-braid. She wears cherry earrings, a white jacket though it's in the seventies, and white tennis shoes. Her red capris actually go with her outfit. Before she hung out with anyone outside of me, she wore jeans and whatever shirt she could find. I don't even remember her taking the time to do her makeup.

She's wearing full foundation, lipstick, and a red-hued eyeshadow look.

Looking up from my notebook while also trying to hide behind my hand, I try to gauge if she can tell I'm looking at her. So far, I'm in the clear.

"Yeah. What topics do you have in mind?" Riley pulls out the seat next to her.

Liza sits down, placing her bag on the ground. She's also carrying around a purse. I don't know what she can possibly need that warrants a backpack and a purse. It looks good on her.

I'm about to analyze the new buttons she's put on her bag when a notebook slaps down in front of me. I jump as the chair next to me pulls out. The legs screech against the linoleum tiles.

"Miss me?" Lianna snaps her gum between her teeth and slumps down into the chair.

"I was hoping you'd forget. Or get hit by a car."

"In school? Very imaginative." She quirks up the corner of her lips. It's an almost smile, but I can't always tell with her.

She flips open her one bent notebook. The pages are mostly marked with cursive writing that's too slanted to make out or mindless doodles that are a little too erotic for me to not blush at. I look away when she gives me the side eye.

With her hand holding the cover, she pulls a pen out from under her shirt—I raise a brow when it's apparent she's been storing it in her bra. She either doesn't see the slight quirk of my brow or she ignores it.

On the corner of the page she crawls:

I saw you.

I reread the sentence, ears ringing. It's clear what she's seen, but I don't know exactly what she's interpreted it as. To her, it can mean I'm jealous my friend was stolen.

I lick my lips, look around the room to see if anyone is watching us, and then take up my own pen.

So?

I feel foolish as I'm writing it. We're acting like kids, exchanging notes. But there's something nice about it. It feels like being transported back to a time simpler than this.

She likes dogs, not cats.

I stare at the words. She nudges me.

All the excuses flying through my head aren't enough. She won't buy them and I'm not entirely sure I buy them either. I already know my feelings are teetering on the edge of right and wrong. Liza's been my friend for a long time, but at some point, she became more than a friend.

As our English teacher—Mrs. Quillette—stands at her podium and begins passing out the worksheets for the morning, I glance at Liza. She has her hand tucked under head as she writes something at the top of her notebook. Riley's talking to her with her head tilted towards her. I can't make out the words nor can I even guess what they're talking about. By the smile on Riley's face as she looks at Liza, I hate that they're having fun. My stomach twists as I imagine the unthinkable.

I can see them in Liza's bedroom, sprawled on the bed I had once shared with her when we were little. They're closer than Liza and I had ever been. As close as two girls can be.