The Ex (Lesbian LGBT Story)

ten

Carter

It was a Saturday. It had been a week since the situation with Ariana and Jane.

Jane tried to kiss me. Ariana left me.

I had not spoken to anyone in almost week. I was prepared to stay in my room for the entire weekend. It was a lot of effort to go to school; when I did go, I avoided Andrea and Jane both. I spoke to Lauren twice, but that was it. I had forgiven her, if only slightly.

My mother had thankfully solved the school problem, and apparently so had Lauren and Andrea's parents. Therefore, we all could go back.

There was a quiet knock on my door. "Can I come in?" My mom asked. She sounded worried so I stood up and opened the door, to prove that I was capable of standing up by myself. "Sweetheart," She took a deep breath. "You've barely been going out. You barely even leave your room. What's going on?" She sat on the edge of my bed and I sat beside her, sighing.

"I'm fine. Just my period." I lied.

"Alright.. Go outside, or hang out with someone." She got up, but stopped at the door. "By the way, Jane stopped by a little while ago, asking for you. I told her you were asleep, but she seemed upset. I'd speak to her if I were you. She's out on the front porch." She shut the door. My mom was forever a softie.

I pushed myself up and grabbed a towel from my dresser, going into my bathroom. I showered as fast as I could, and pulled on sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I felt giddy and hyper as I hurried down the stairs, stopping by the couch.

I slid out the front door, nearby falling over when I saw Jane and Andrea sitting together, talking. The conversation seemed intense so I coughed, letting them know I was there. Andrea stood up fast, spilling some of her iced coffee.

"Carter.." She muttered. "You're actually here. Outside."

"Why wouldn't I be?" I snapped, crossing my arms. "I went to school the entire week, didn't I?" I narrowed my eyes on Jane and she turned red, looking pointedly away from me. I wanted to kick her across the porch. I wanted to beat her senseless.

"We were just worried you'd go back to your old ways, okay? I'm actually your friend. I'm here for you, no matter what." Andrea stepped forward and squeezed my hand. I ripped it away from her, stepping back. The confusion was clear on her face.

"Why are you guys even here? Jane, you're a little-" I snarled angrily, barely even getting started.

"I know. I shouldn't have lied," She interrupted me, suddenly up and in my face. "But I didn't want you with Ariana and I just, - I took the chance. She isn't good for you. Believe me, please, Carter. Me and Andrea came here to explain that. She cheats. You know this, come on!".

"I don't care. I don't care what she does. She broke up with me almost two weeks ago. I'm done with it." I whispered, my voice breaking. Jane and Andrea exchanged a look and I looked away from them. I was afraid my emotions would end up controlling me.

"I'm sorry about that. I can fix it, but I won't. Carter, she was cheating on you." Jane clenched her teeth and my eyes widened in shock.

"What? You lie a lot, but this? It crosses a line, Jane." I stiffened and stepped farther back. I couldn't believe that Andrea and Jane were stooping this low.

"She isn't lying." Someone was coming up the front steps, their sneakers making loud squishing noises on the wet grass. "Ariana and I had a thing long ago, and she kept texting me." A boy with dirty blonde hair that reached his shoulders stood in front of me.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Nate." He held his hand out and I shook it. "I have proof that she was asking for me back. But I did get the texts only this week.." He drifted off, shooting a glance at Jane.

"We aren't together. If she wants you, she can go ahead and have you. I haven't spoken to her since last week." I stared blankly at him and he laughed humorously.

"I don't want her." He stepped away from us, onto the now snowy ground. "I never really did. She never loved me, and she probably never loved you." And with that, he walked away from us.

I watched as he opened the door to his red pick up truck and pulled away. I didn't bother to take a deep breath.

"What the hell was that?!" I snarled at them both, causing them to jump.

"W-We thought y-you guys were still together.." Andrea stuttered. "Last week." She added.

I laughed hysterically.

"Yeah, of course. Jane here has to ruin everything." I pursed my lips.

"I didn't mean to, okay? I'll - I'll fix it."!She stuttered angrily. I admired the anger she felt for a moment but then faced Andrea.

"So when I get depressed, you get all cozy with Jane? Love seeing my best friend with the known enemy." I scowled. Andrea pulled me in for a hug and kissed my cheek. I pulled away, glaring at her.

"Fix this," I pointed a finger at Jane, and she leaned forwards. "And I'll speak to you again." I paused. "Both of you."

"Fine." She snapped. She jumped up, off of the porch, and trudged away. I stifled a laugh.

"Let's get food!" Andrea cheered, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly in hers. It felt right. "Or beer. We both need it." She pulled me to her also old pick up truck and dragged me in, begging for an adventure.

#

I was sitting in the booth when it happened. Jessica came walking in, the bell on top of the door jingling. I froze, glancing around. Andrea stood a few feet away, waiting for our second sandwich. My beer was in front of me. Fake IDs were a blessing.

"Carter? You can afford to go here?" Jessica laughed, sitting down across from me. My eyes narrowed. "You should get out of town soon, if you know what's good for you."

"I know what's good for me. Not talking to you is good for me." I stood up, standing my ground. Jessica stood up too.

"I hurt you once, I can do it again." She murmured, breath against my ear. "You faggôt."

Andrea was by my side now. She had put down the sandwich on the table between us, but she definitely heard every word Jessica had said.

"Burns, doesn't it?" Andrea hissed as she grabbed a hot cups of coffee off of a passing waitress' plate and dumped it on Jessica. She screamed out in pain as her skin turned a hideous bright red. I snickered.

The waitress gasped loudly.

"We're taking this to go!" Andrea shrieked, grabbing the plate that held the sandwich, ushering me out the door. Once we were a safe distance away, we started to eat.

I bit into the sandwich, tasting the tomato, mozzarella and balsamic. I savored it; I had barely ate the past few days. Andrea watched me curiously, and I knew she could tell I was starved. I swallowed carefully.

"Please, next time I feel like crap, don't join forces with Jane." I narrowed my eyes at her and finished off my final piece. She pushed hers to me and nodded in agreement.

"It was a bit of a mistake, but honestly?" She bit her lip. "Jane isn't the same as before. She's like, friendlier. It's really ... I don't know, strange. I wouldn't expect it, but she is. You should give her another chance."

I rolled my eyes. "I am. Or I'm trying. If she can fix Ariana and I, we can possibly be friends." I paused, standing up. "Now, take me home please." I smiled, pretending to be happy. I followed Andrea back to her car, hoping Ariana would take it upon herself to listen to Jane.