2STARS

Scene Three

A/N

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FIVE

I like girls.

That realization occurred to me like an epiphany.

When I was younger, I've always known I'm different but I never believe it was a bad thing.

My Dad was a Geological Engineer and a businessman owns the biggest gold mining company in Thailand. Our surname is definitely a dead give away. Suwan means gold in Thai.

I had two older brothers. P'First, who is also a Geological Engineer and P'Thrice who is a Mechanical Engineer.

My Mom died when she was giving birth to me. My Dad and my two older brothers raised me in the best way they can.

Maybe it's the lack of mother figure in the house that I started to adopt my brother's habits when I was a kid. They had a great influence on me, from my music and movie taste to the way I dress. I became boyish but back then I thought that's how it goes.

It's not like I can't wear a dress entirely but I'm just more comfortable in my oversize shirts and sneakers. Being a daughter from a well of family, my Dad enrolled me in countless lessons on how to become an elegant lady so I can present myself in front of other people well during his PR events.

At first, I was really confused and I didn't know what was wrong with me or is there even wrong with me to begin with. Why I am not like the other girls who had a crush on the most handsome boy in school? Why instead of Zoro, Law, or Sanji, I'm more excited to see Nami, Perona, and Robin? Or instead of finding Jon Snow and Robb Stark sexy, I found Arya and Sansa more appealing to me. Don't forget the Dragon Queen. Oooh, that first episode was like divine intervention. But the more I found about myself the more I got scared to confront it myself.

I just don't want to be under the scrutiny of people's judging eyes. Like they dictate what's right or wrong for the society without actually understanding it first.

I was a sophomore in high school when I start to realize and accept who I am when I was forced to attend by my Dad in one of those charity events he likes to attend. He left me in my own devices as mingles with his current as well as potential business clients.

I was in the corner of the bar stuffing my face with crispy Thai fried ribs and some sparkly water to wash the taste when some girl approached me. She was wearing a baby blue short dress with a sweetheart neckline, white stilettos, her soft black hair was carefully tied in a bun, she got that hazel brown eyes whose gaze seem to burn my skin and wet lips wanting to be kissed. Was she drunk? I asked myself. I can tell she was the same age as me but that didn't stop me from mixing some champagne into my sparkly water.

My eyes darted down to the exposed skin of her pale neck and collarbones, I had the sudden urge to pin her on a wall and kiss the daylights out of her.

Her name was Vee.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"No, not at all," I said as I start to get intoxicated by her jasmine perfume.

It was the first time I ever felt that burning desire for a woman. I never knew I had it inside me. At that moment the two of us were trapped in our own world. I feel like I've known her all of my life. We exchanged sweet talks and occasional nuzzling of hair from time to time but when she placed her left hand a little bit higher on my inner thigh above my black silk dress with a jewel neckline, it seemed like she opened a door to a whole new world to me. Something lit inside my core that wanted to be quenched.