Chapter 1-2
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“How about Mean Girls?” Jennifer suggested, and Ariel immediately protested.
“Jesus Christ, not again. That’s all you two watch!” She pushed my best friend aside and started looking herself.
“Whatever,” Jennifer replied and laid down next to me on the floor, grabbing a handful of popcorn. She looked at me with a smile on her face. “We could watch women’s golf.”
I blushed and looked away.
“What? Why the f**k would we want to watch that?” Ariel replied and continued flipping through the DVDs.
“Ashley,” Jennifer said softly, making me look at her.
“Yeah?” I said, casually. Could she see right through me?
“You don’t have to be afraid to tell us.”
“Tell you what?” I played dumb.
She let out an exhausted groan. “What are you afraid of?”
“Jennifer,” I started before she interrupted me.
“Hey, Ariel,” Jennifer started, getting our friends attention, loudly.
“No, we are not watching Mean Girls.”
“I think I like girls,” my best friend said and I looked at her, shocked. What was she doing?
“Okay? Good. We still aren’t watching Mean Girls,” Ariel replied, nonchalantly. Still looking at the DVDs.
Jennifer looked at me, and raised her eyebrow. “See? What are you afraid of?”
She was right. Why did I always tell her she was wrong whenever she hinted at me liking women? Why did I feel ashamed? I had the best friends in the world.
“Okay,” I whispered. She smiled and hugged me. “Ariel, I like girls,” I said.
“You too?” She looked over her shoulder at us. “I always knew you two were a little bit close,” she said and chuckled. Before we had the chance to interject, she continued. “Aha! We have the winner!” she declared and waved Planet Terror in the air.
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