Hold My Hand

"I licked her hand."

"She licked my hand."

"She probably thinks I'm a weirdo with a hand fetish."

"Who the hell licks a random persons hand?!"

"She's gonna hate me."

"I don't think I'll like her very much."

Polar opposites. One of many ways to describe Khalissi and Gigi. However they ended up in the same highschool, in the same chemistry class. Sat with mutual friends across from them, but right next to each other. The uncanny meet up is odd, as they have the same friend group but have never crossed paths with each other. And now that they share both classes, and friends, they're gonna have to suck it up and deal with each other.

"I'd rather go to hell than be stuck with her."

"Oh no you wouldn't, hell is my territory bitch cakes."

So how will the two get along?

"I have no idea what the fizzy fuck you're talking about. You're nuts. But then again, I could ask you the same thing y'know?"

"You liar! Big fat fucking liar! Just admit it!"

"Over my. Dead. Body."

How will their friends keep all hell from breaking loose? How likely are they to hurt and help each other?

"Just close your eyes and squeeze my hand. It'll be alright."

Find out in "Hold My Hand".