Lesbian OneShots

It's a Love/Hate Kind of Thing

I was a closet case. Oh yes, I loved other women. I loved their bodies, their delicate features, and the different types of curves they had. I loved the feminine air around a women, whether she was mature or girly. I loved it all and yet I had a boyfriend, and a secret crush on the meanest girl in school.

Shawna Bathory was the name of the girl I was supposed to hate. A girl who had tormented me since I moved to Blackwell High in the eighth grade. She was beautiful with her medium length platinum blond hair and light brown eyes but man she could be a real bitch, though I won't lie that's a big reason I wanted her. Let's make it clear real quick, I am not a masochist.

Shawna was the ace of the volleyball team, and I played basketball, we had met during an athletic fair when she hit me with a volleyball in the back of the head and didn't apologize. I had hardcore anger management issues and suddenly we were both rolling on the floor ripping each others hair out. That was when I first started this impossible crush and our rivalry/war started.

Shawna was fairly popular and I was decently so as well, except differently so. She was the athletic beauty who was the pinnacle of what every high school girl wanted to be. I was athletic and smart yet relatable so naturally people flocked to me. We contrasted in everything from academics, to looks, to personality. She has blond hair I had brown, she had 20/20 vision and I wore glasses, she was girly and I was not. Don't get me wrong I can rock a dress and heels, but I look more like that sexy librarian than I do a fashion model.

So for the four years of our high school life we waged war on each other. Not only in high school, no, I got to see this delight of a human every damn day as my neighbor. Its bad enough trying to keep your lesbianism a secret at school when the person you're attracted to is constantly around you, but then you're also neighbors.

In order to try to strengthen my cover I got a boyfriend. A fake boyfriend who is well aware of the situation. At least I did until two seconds ago when he dumped me on my front lawn in front of the said neighbor a week before graduation.

"Sorry Kia, I know we said we'd keep going until a month after graduation, but I met someone and I wanna be with her now, while the moments still right, ya know?" My mouth hung open as he continued. "Besides it 2018 whos really going to care that you lik-"

I quickly put my hand over his mouth and whispered, "If you dare to finish that sentence, I will end you where you stand. Got it?"

He nodded and I released my hand, "Anyway please just say you're cool with this, cause I cant keep up pretending that I like you."

I could tell Shawna was listening now I peeked over Adam's shoulder and she was definitely staring, I thought I saw a smirk on her face, bitch. I shrugged, "It's fine, this whole thing wouldn't have really worked out that long. Thanks for hanging around anyway."

He pulled me in for a hug then pulled away gazing into my eyes, his blue ones sparkled, "You don't hate me right? Were still friends right?"

"Yeah were still friends, but if I were you, I'd get out of here cause I still feel like beating the shit out of you," I grumbled, he planted a wet sloppy kiss on my cheek before running off and shouting his departures over his shoulder.

I rubbed away the slobbery remains from my cheek and began to head in when Shawna spoke up, "What a fucking asshole," she said loudly walking over. "Dumping you for another bitch, and then asking you to still be friends."

I shrugged, "He's really a good guy, just dumb and impulsive sometimes. Can I help you?"

She shook her head, then grabbed my arm, "No but I can definitely help you!" Suddenly she was dragging me into my house. "Are your parents home?"