Explicit [GirlxGirl - Complete]

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Liza leans over to scoop up the last three grapes on my tray. She lets me have her cornbread.

"I'm gonna do it," she says and then pops a grape into her mouth.

I dip a torn piece of cornbread into my white chili. "Do what?"

She claps her hands. Her voice is barely above a whisper. "I'm going to ask Jack to the dance!"

"Oh." I chew the soft cornbread and swallow it.

Liza tilts her head. I know she's going to make a big deal out of this. She likes starting things out of nothing except her own hurt feelings. She gets away with it because I don't have a spine. And because in some twisted way I like the attention she gives me while she trashes me. It's a fucked up away to be wanted.

She turns to me then, placing her hand beside mine as i she thought about grabbing it but changed her mind. The corner of her mouth is quirked up into a sly grin. I wish I could place my thumb there without her backing away. There's a flush of heat that flourishes through my cheeks and down to my toes. I turn away so she can't see the look on my face. Or the shame in my eyes.

She dips her chin. "You should ask Darren."

She whispers it. It almost sounds as if it's a secret no one but else should know. I stare intently at the chili. It suddenly doesn't look appetizing anymore.

"He's weird," I say. That's the wrong thing to say, but somehow the right thing at the same time. Liza mulls the words in her head.

She nods. "Probably a good fuck though."

I don't let the shock show. Liza never uses curses like fuck, cunt, or slut. She's always been above those mundane words. I think she once said kids at school used them so their facade didn't crumble. I wonder where that Liza is now.

Zoey sits across from us. More precisely, in front of Liza.

Her white v-neck shirt dips low to show the tan line running across her breasts.

"Did I hear talk about the dance?"

Liza sits up. Her glee is a scorching fire in my side. It feels like a blade cutting into my ribs. "Who are you going with?"

Zoey puts on a coy smile. It doesn't look right on her face. Or with the rest of her. Seeing it against the background of her sour personality, it's hard for me to see the connection between the two.

"I haven't decided." She stabs her plastic straw into her milk. She takes a short sip and flips her hair back from her face. "There are so many to choose from."

I roll my eyes.

"What was that?"

I look up at them. They're both looking at me. Zoey frowns across the table.

I fluster for a second, unsure what to say.

"Whatever." Zoey takes another sip. "Jack was my first pick, but Ryan is looking hotter since he left for the summer. I thought it was just rumors."

Liza pulls her tray forward. She doesn't look up as Zoey continues to talk.

"I wonder how big his dick is."

I grimace at my food.

Thankfully, Trisha comes walking up to our table with Riley.

Well, I would have been okay with it if Trisha had ditched Riley along the way.

I try to keep the glare off my face as I take a look at Riley. Somehow, I manage to keep it down unlike the eye rolling. My ears were still burning from the look I got from Zoey for that. I didn't regret it though.