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Chapter 20- Maya's Story

WARNING: H*mophobia.

UPSETTING CONTENT.

NOTE: PLEASE READ THE NOTE AT THE BOTTOM. IT'S VERY IMPORTANT.

MAYA'S P.O.V

I like girls.

I like boys too. But that's not the issue. I've known for a while that I'm bisexual, but I wasn't always so sure. Don't get me wrong, I'm not into relationships.

They're messy and painful and, in all honesty, I'm just too focused on other things to care about romance.

Do you want my side of the story?

Ok.

You need to know a few things beforehand.

One. I hadn't questioned my sexuality before I met Elodie.

Two. As amazing as my family is, I never felt like I could talk to them about things like this. They may not have been very religious, but they were still aware of culture judgement.

Three. I'm well aware that you're probably all mad at me. And as much as I want to tell my side, I can't talk about the good times I had with Elodie. Not in detail, anyway. Thinking about them just reminds me about how terrible I am.

But I'll tell you about the day it all went downhill.

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"...And that's when I knew I liked girls", finished Elodie.

We were sitting by the Oak Tree in the school courtyard, our usual spot. Elodie had told this story many times before, but she'd always burst out laughing before she could finish it.

I smiled.
"So I guess all the embarrassment was worth it."

Elodie laughed.
"I guess so. Too bad she broke up with me 3 weeks later."

"Should've serenaded her before your Dad ran through the street with no trousers and a bucket of chicken in his hands."

Elodie laughed again, clapping her hands together.
"I didn't know that at the time! But yeah, maybe I would've been able to keep a girlfriend a lot longer if my dad wasn't so embarrassing."

"He might be embarrassing, but he really loves you", I said.
It was true. Elodie's father thought she was his whole world.

No wonder Elodie was so amazing. Is. No matter what she thinks of me, she's still one of the strongest and sweetest people I know.

Elodie blushed, looking down. I don't know what changed in that moment. Maybe it was the way her eyes radiated more warmth, despite turning as red as a tomato.

Or the way her smile shone brighter than the sun.

I don't know.

She wasn't pretty like Quinn was.
Or my Aunt Yaz.

It wasn't the kind of beauty that you hype up. You know, the kind that makes you comment fire emojis on your best friend's selfie posts.