I don't care.A Story by Jess HoldenA not-so-normal love story. My first attempt too :) I wasnt even going to publish :) hope you enjoy itI really didn't care that it was her, I was just glad I knew. I exhaled, trying to breath as she walked in the room late. The teacher eyed her with an evil grin on her face. This is the fourth time this week that Sara was late, and the teacher remembered that. "Sara," the teacher said, slowly rising from her seat, "report to the office immediatly." I frowned, feeling a sudden sadness fall over me. Sara always sat beside me, and we talked like their was no one else in the room. She was the one person I told everything to, and the one person I knew I loved. But within this love, I had fear. Wouldn't loving her be against the norm? I was so sure that this was just a friendship, but I feared that I felt more. Sara sighed, and glanced over at me, smiling. I felt my palms begin to sweat, and my face became warmer as I smiled back. "Fine, I'll be back then miss!" She said cheerfully, waving happily to the rest of the class, skipping gracefully out of the room. "Alright class, let's start today's lesson..."
I spent the night in tears, trying to remember a day without this feeling that I had for Sara. I was so scared that I was gay, but so goddamn afraid of being wrong. If I wasn't and told her, I would know that I would end up in th hospital. I guess that it was just something I had to risk.
"Hey Sara, can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked her the next day, hoping she would understand. I had spent all night going over this again and again in my head. I think I had the right words chosen. "Of course Em, what is it?" She asked, leaning so gently against the door to our first period class, showing that she was completely calm. My stomach turned into knots as I looked down at my shoes, twiddiling with the string from my sweater. "I think I..." I paused to take in a breath, trying to remember to breath, and remember the well rehearsed words I had planned, but I drew a blank. "Wait, Emily I think I know what you're getting at." She said, her voice full of authority and purpose. I stopped, my stomach calming as I looked up into her brown, almost black, eyes. "I highly doubt we are on the same wave length..." I said, trailing off, just hoping to drop the subject completly. "No, we are." She said, smiling in an almost brave way. "I like you too." She said, her eyes not escaping mine. My stomach turned back into knots, as my hands gripped into my sweater string. I felt, of all things, angry, and I didn't know why. "Have you ever doubted yourself?" I asked, too afraid to look her in the eyes. "Yeah, and I still do. But I think I'll find myself one day." "I'm scared Sara." "Its okay. I'm here for you, no matter how we feel about each other." © 2011 Jess HoldenAuthor's Note
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