supernova

20

I'm free.

I put my pencil down and quickly scanned over my paper making sure I answer I had written or bubble I filled in or letter I wrote was everything correct.

I turned my paper in to see there were ten minutes left of the period and I looked up at my teacher and I indicated towards the clock before batting my lashes and her.

"You can leave," she mouthed, careful not to make any noise. I did my best to quietly get up out of my seat before heading out. I looked into the classroom to see Michael glaring at me because I got to leave early. I stuck my tongue out at him and flipped him off.

He was wearing a large ugly Christmas sweater and bought me a matching one to wear, and I wore it with my fuzzy snowflake pants.

It's the last day of school before Christmas break.

Stress. Gifts. Overly mushy couples. Finals. Pretty colors. Adrenaline.

This combination doesn't sit well with a thousands of teenagers in one building.

I waited on the bench in front of the school for Michael, but when I turned around I saw Munynyim.

"Hey girlie," I said nothing she looked nervous. She hands were jittery and her face held a smile, but it was tense. "What's wrong?"

"What I'm going to tell you is one hundred percent secret, but I don't have a choice but to tell you," she said and I nodded at her.

"If you don't feel comfortable telling me, you don't need to," I said comforting her.

"I want Sophia's number," she blurted out.

"Okay," I said handing my phone over so she could get her number. I was curious as to why she was so nervous and I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but I didn't want to ask her questions.

She was already nervous and I didn't want to make it harder for her by asking questions. When she's ready she'll talk to me.

I didn't like when people asked me too many questions while I was uncomfortable.

"I think I like girls, but I might like boys? I don't know which one," she said freaking out. "I don't even know how my mon will react," she said her eyes tearing up and her bottom lip quivering.

"It's okay to not know or understand your sexuality. You're still a kid. It's okay to like both boys and girls, it's called bisexuality, but if you aren't comfortable with that term that's okay. Take your time to figure ourself out," I said rubbing her back. 

"Sorry, I didn't know this was personal, and I couldn't help, but overhear since I was walking to Arabella," Michael's voice said from behind us. "But, you don't have to tell your mom, if you aren't comfortable yet. Don't tell her. No one will know, except me and Arabella," he said sitting down on the other side of her.

"What if she doesn't like me? Well, I don't know if I like her yet since we've only had once conversation at the hospital, but I do wanna talk to her more."

"What do you do when a guy rejects you?" Michael asked her.

"Eat icecream and watch 2011 to 2015 youtube videos with the 'beauty gurus'," she answered.

"Why should this be any different? Arabella and I will even do it with you," Michael said and I nodded. I was glad Michael was here, I was a bit better with providing comfort through logic than actual comfort.

I was working on it though, it's a required skill for CNA.

"Well, I'm gonna go home and watch happy Christmas movies because it's the time of year to be fucking jolly," she said and stood up and wiped a couple tears.