Hers

Waiting

Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday.

It had been a couple of days since Emerson had took me out to dinner. I could do nothing to stop thinking about her proposal. What if this was my chance to get myself out of poverty? Prove to my shitty homophobic parents that I was going to make it in life. I was going to college and I was going to succeed

I sat on the edge of my bed staring out my window. Some crazy homeless lady was fighting with another about who knows and who cares what outside. I drifted into memories of my past.

It was junior year in high school. I had just turned 17 the previous night. I had gotten high the night on my birthday with Lexie. Someone I used to know a while back. I still remember that day her sweet scent. She had been my first real crush. A crush that might have ruined my life even though it meant nothing now. That night I lost myself. I lost myself in her kisses and the taste of her sweet caramel skin. I had been with guys before but this was my first with a girl. I was caught by my mother. She walked into my bedroom while we committed our "sinful act" as she called it.

That morning I knew it would be the last in that house. I woke up to my mother banging on my door with my luggage already packed. She dragged me out to the front door and told me I was no longer welcome. To make it on my won. She wouldn't have the devil's daughter in her home.

A tear still ran down my cheek as I remembered. I got startled out of my memory but a knock on my bedroom door.

"Jackie, Leslie and I are going to the mall. Want to come?" she asked

"Yeah, why not." I scrambled the couple dollars I had and placed them inside my purse catching up.

It was 6 PM and we had stopped by the food court for dinner.

"So," Katie motioned towards me "you've been quiet today." I awkwardly laughed " I supposed it's that girl from the other day, isn't it?" she teased.

Leslie excused herself and headed towards the bathrooms

"Tell me, did you guys have sex again?" she laughed

"No, we just went to dinner. Haha"

"Are you seeing her again?"

"Yeah, tomorrow. Have you heard of BDSM?"

Hahaha is she one of those kinky chicks? Maybe she will tie you up" she made fun.

"She offered me to live with her."

"Whhaa what?" she said sort of loudly "isn't she loaded? I saw her car."

"She said I could live with her if I was willing to explore."

"Girl I would be all over that offer. Lucky you!"

I laughed. "I don't know I'm still thinking about it."

"You really should take her up on that offer."

Night came I began to study. I was planning on taking my GED by the end of the year. I had missed a large chunk of my junior year struggling to find a place to stay while working a job at the same time. Senior year I didn't even start. I figured if I was going to focus on getting a permanent place to stay instead of couch surfing I was going to have to work full time. Luckily my best friend Katie and Leslie moved into an apartment at the end of high school and had a spare room in their apartment.

Rent wasn't cheap in LA and my minimum wage job barely made me enough money for rent and car insurance. Money was always so tight and sometimes food was even a struggle. When I was first on my own I went hungry a couple of times but gladly I was at least able to eat now. I didn't know where I was going at this point.

I met Derek along the way. He was toxic. Never treated me right. But he always had food when I needed it or a car for when my junky car blew up. It's sad when you know that you are forced to stay with such an abusive person for food.

I was much stonger now. Was money tight? yeah. But I was stable enough not to be forced to stay with someone for food.

Maybe taking this offer would be for the best. I remembered her luscious pink lips. Her amazing eyes. Her sweetly stern voice. I liked her and I liked the idea of living with her. Exploring was no problem for me. I have always been a sexual person. I didn't want to admit it but I liked her offer. I liked her. I wanted to be with her.