No More Choices (Void and Light Book One)

Chapter Ten

~Akiriya~
They were all in my classes. I don't know what sort of twisted evil crap this was but they were most definitely there. And to make matters worse we had group projects in Every. Single. Class.
I had Emory and Yama in Pre-Cal, Emory and Zelisa in art, Calvin and Emory in Astronomy, and Jarek in Global Politics. Emory hadn't been in that class because half way through they day her schedule got changed and she now had different afternoon classes. Not only had I ended up having all of these people in my classes but they chose to sit right next to me. I'd gotten more glares from girls and glances from guys than I had in all my years in high school.
Yama had tried talking to me in class this morning but all I could think about was the fact that he looked like a friggin model for no reason at all. I mean this was school. I was able to successfully ignore him all the way through class but when I saw Zelisa waiting outside of the art room I was ready to break. I knew I couldn't ignore her no matter how hard I tried.
She saw me coming her way and smiled. "Riya, little dove, let's get to class shall we?" She swept her arm outward and motioned for me to walk into the classroom before her. I laughed and walked into the art room only to see Emory suiting at the easel nest to mine. I raised my brows at her in surprise and the smile on my face dropped a bit. I didn't want her to be upset about it. Wait, why was I so bothered by Emory seeing my laughing with Zelisa? Emory waved me over and I walked hesitantly towards her.
"So I've never really done anything artistic before, how do I do this?" She was pointing to the paint and brushes.
"Oh you'd think you, of all people, would be a natural considering your kind spends the night painting the streets red." Zelisa was sitting at the easel on the opposite side of me. I gave her a look but before I could say anything the bell rang and the teacher started class.
It was awkward for a minute as I sat down and during the entire class period every time Emory tried to talk to me Zelisa would find a way to shoot her down and keep her silent. I was starting to get seriously irritated until Emory asked Zelisa, "So are you dating one of the guys that you hang out with, Phoenix?"
I stopped breathing and a few people in the room who had heard her looked behind them hoping for some juicy gossip to spread around no doubt. Zelisa paused and gave Emory a scathing glare that could boil lava. I could feel the temperature in the room rising and it seemed like rolling waves of heat were coming off of Zelisa's skin. Even her hair, in its tight bun, looked to be trying to set aflame. She took a deep breath and I thought she was going to blow but instead she looked at me and smirked almost devilishly. She looked like a Cheshire Cat as she got up from her seat to stand right in from of me.
During the class I had turned to face her while she was talking and now she was using that fact to her advantage by straddling my lap and wrapping her left arm around my neck.
I remember in middle school when I had been questioning my sexuality and didn't think that people would accept me but as it turned out it was all fine, granted it took me three years to tell my aunt. But that was only because I didn't really know her stance on the LGBT community. I had come out as bisexual and that was genuine. I couldn't stand the people, mostly girls, who would claim bisexuality as a way of getting out of having to be in relationships, and then suddenly they become straight out of nowhere. Like what the hell. They gave everyone else a bad name.
It was like at that point,though, everything was moving in slow motion as she pulled out the hair tie that kept her blue locks in a tight bun. She used her now free hand to shake out her hair and then she moved her hand to my cheek and pressed her lips lightly against my own.
It was just a peck at first, her unspoken way of asking for permission to continue and when I didn't protest but, instead, pressed my mouth harder against hers. She smiled and kissed me back full force and it was the best kiss I had ever had. My hands rested on her waist and her hands were locked together behind my neck. I heard a few people n the class snickering and some of the guys were whispering but it was Emory's curse that got my attention and even though my instinct should have been to push Zelisa away the idea of Emory watching only made me want to pull her in to join. Zelisa jerked, suddenly, on top of me and I froze. Realization came crashing in on me and I lightly pushed Zelisa off of me. I looked around and saw that the whole classroom was watching us. Most of the guys in the room were covering their laps and another girl threw me a wink.
I looked a Zelisa and saw how she smirked at Emory. I looked between them and then ran out of the room. I made it to the bathroom and had to take a deep breath. I splashed my face with cold water and closed my eyes. The kiss kept on replaying in my head and I touched my lips lightly. Zelisa had kissed me. Her mouth had been so soft and warm and all I wanted to do was find her and finish what she started but I wouldn't let myself do that. I was walking to the bathroom door when it opened in my face.