save me -2

I made it to my car in time to watch as the kids that I really didn’t want any confrontation with, come out and start their cars. One by one they pulled out, blocking my way for a clean way home. ‘Son of a Bitch!’ my face was already a beet red, I could tell that it was getting darker, from the heat I felt. I punched my steering wheel, and reached over turning on the radio. A thrashing sound entered my vehicle, and I started to nod my head to the beat. I was trying to forget that I was going to be late getting home. 1

Finally, when it seemed as if there was no hope of getting out of the hell hole of school, the traffic started to lighten, and I was able to pull into the stream of the line. Once out of the parking lot, I took off down the main road. The feel of the car’s acceleration, put my heart at ease and I smiled for once since that whole thing with Cassie.2

What was wrong with Cassie anyways? She hadn’t really taken any notice to me all our school careers together. We had had the same teachers throughout elementary, and some classes together in junior high. We were in our junior year of high school by now, it was too late for her to act like I was her best friend. 3

I was so deep in thought that I almost missed my turn to get into the neighborhood. “Shit!” I wasn’t expecting to think so hard on what someone else’s intentions were. I was so used to just dealing with my grades, and myself that I didn’t know how to deal with other people. I didn’t want to know Cassie at all, in fact I didn’t want to think about her anymore.4

I pulled into my driveway, parked, and got out of the car. I lived on what most called the “Rich” side of town. My father was a cardiologist, and my mother wrote children’s books for a living. They were very brilliant people, yet could be so...out of touch. I barely talked to my mother anymore, and my dad seemed to think I was nothing more than a pain. I didn’t really care about it anyways, I just wanted to go to my room and sleep. 5

I opened the door to some classical music playing in the background, which didn't surprise me. My mother often tried to act like she was part of high class society. It bothered me that she never tried to make herself happy anymore, unless she was pretending to be someone else. I had acquired some the same traits since middle school. I couldn't pretend anymore that my family was this really happy completely great functioning machine. We were living on egg shells between one another.6

"Bekah, darling is that you?"'7

I shifted into the entry way, rolling my eyes at the fact that my mother was really into her role right now. She was rolling her 'R's like she was some type of hostess to a party from a movie.8

"Bekah?"9

She even did the small distress as if it wasn't me in the room.10

"Yeah."11

My voice was flat and I wasn't in the mood to talk to her. I couldn't stand her sitting there and telling me that I needed some friends. 12

"Aren't you going to say hello?"13

I walked past the entry and into the living room around the corner. My mom had decorated it in a series of deep purple and cream. I really didn't care for the deep purple leather couches or the cream of the walls. She had deep cherry oak for the cabinets that held the LCD television. She was sitting on the couch lounging, while music played all around her. A glass of wine in one hand and a tray of cheese and crackers infront of her.14

I was about to tell her that I didn't really want to talk, when I saw that she had guests. They were probably people that were helping her with her next book. I should of known that she would put on such a big show only for guests. I looked lazily over at the man and woman that sat in the leather chairs. The woman had bright blonde hair, typical for someone that had seen too many dye jobs.15

The man had aurburn hair and these deep chocolate brown eyes. He seemed alittle interested in me, but I didn't care much. He was very young looking, yet at the same time. 16

"Jon, Grace this is Bekah, my daughter."17

My mom gestured for me to come sit down with them and I was tempted to just tell her off. I grumbled and opted to make a good impression anyways. Jon seemed amused and smiled alittle, Grace nodded in my direction but looked like she didn't care for my presence.18

"Jon is going to be attending your school next semester, and Grace is his mom. They just moved in next store, isn't that great honey?"19

I huffed softly, "yeah."20

My mom sat up then, and I knew that she was annoyed with my mood. She wouldn't say anything infront of these people, she would just make biting remarks.21

"Sorry, that she seems too busy to pay any mind Grace."22

Grace looked at me then, and in her eyes I saw some form of sympathy from the pearls of green she had. I smiled sideways at her. I wasn't up for sitting and letting my mom have all her fun.23

"Ms. Grace, I'm sorry if it seems I'm too busy. I was kept late at school by an annoying classmate that was unhappy with my answers. My mother doesn't seem to think that I can have problems too. Now, if you'll excuse me I have homework to attend to."24

I stood up and looked at my mother who had seemed to of been slapped. Grace was forcing a smile down, by the twitching on her lips, and Jon was grasping his seat, smiling as pleasantly as he could without laughing. I nodded to them and turned taking my way up the stairs with my bag, knowing that my mother was probably staring at me. 25

I went down the hall and into my room, turning on my music that had more of a rock beat. I sat my bag on my bed and sat at my desk putting my head down. I was so tired of my mother trying to impress everyone that we ever came in contact with.26

I couldn't remember a time when she hadn't tried to do something just to make someone say 'wow' and it unnerved me. As a child, she would often use me as a way to make someone do exactly what she wanted. My father and her would often have fights because of it. He had given up after a while because he knew that she wouldn't be able to live out her days without making someone else feel small.27

Times had changed when she would build me up to have someone be impressed, now it seemed she was trying to show me up now. Here I was thinking on my past and not wanting much to do with my future. All I ever looked forward to was getting out of this house. My mother wouldn't object if I kept pushing her buttons.28

It was like I wanted her to hate me, just so it wouldn't make her feel like she had to keep me close just to keep getting her kicks. She could do what she wished, all I cared about was getting things together to leave. I sat up, looking over at my bookbag and wondering what I had to do anyways.29

I often finished my homework a week a head at a time on the weekends, so it would send me into doing the classwork. I often got it finished before the bell rang, and if not I would do it during lunch. Highschool just didn't keep me busy enough. I could pick up a book, if I wished but every fiber in me only wanted to sit.30

I heard a knock on my door, and cringed inward knowing it was probably my mother coming to give me a royal slap in the face. I groaned, but forced it all away.31

"Hello?"32

There was a sigh, then an answer.33

"Hey, it's Cassie."34

I felt my insides turn cold the moment she said her name.35

"What do you want?"36

Anger had crept over me then, and I knew that my mom had let her in to get some form of revenge. I hated people the most, and soon our new neighbors would learn that.37

"Can I come in?"38

I looked for some reason to tell her to go away, but I couldn't find one and if I made something up my mom would only get angier.39

"By all means."40

The sarcasm dripped off every word that I noted. The door opened and Cassie stepped in. Her red hair was not the perfectly brushed, or well placed like she seemed to always have it. She was in fact rather messy looking, when I looked into her liquid brown eyes I saw in them some confusion.41

She quickly looked away from me to around my room. It wasn't like my room was that exquisit. It was like any other normal room, I had a queen size bed up against my window, my desk beside it. On the opposite wall held the big screen LCD TV my mother told me I had to have. Then of course there was my DVD and CD collection by it. On the wall next to that was my closet and inside the closet was my dresser and shoe rack. It was one of those really expensive walk ins too.42

She stared around me for a moment and wouldn't look at me. Yet, it occurred to me that what I called normal was probably rather rich to other kids. I continued to wait for Cassie to speak, but all she did was stand there stupidly.43

"Are you going to talk or am I going to have to learn how to read minds?"44

Frustration scorched through every tone. Which finally caused her to look up at me.45

"Look, Bekah I didn't mean to make you angry. It's just it startled me to see someone so closed within themselves."46

My frustration faded a little, but I still could care less.47

"Cassie, you and I have been going to the same school since we were in preschool. Why all the sudden the caring attitude?"48

She flinched again.49

"I told you...."50

"Because you were shocked by my attitude. Yeah? I have had that since we were young and it didn't shock you then. Or was it because now you realize that it's your next to last year of high school, you want to make a difference?"51

I looked into her brown eyes and I realized that they were really pretty. I knew that Cassie was attractive and something that I had hidden from my classmates was that I found females attractive. I had dated some outside of school, and some guys as well. I just didn't care for what sex they were. Which gave me an idea, maybe if I kissed Cassie she would leave me alone. After all I hadn't kissed a girl in a while and it would be fun to see if she would leave.52

"It's not that?"53

I stood coming closer to her.54

"Then what is it?"55

She stepped back, falling onto my bed which caused me to smile. The plan was working perfectly.56

"I just didn't.."57

"What Cassie you didn't what?"58

I was now over her leaning closer and closer her eyes staring out in wide amazement.59

"Cassie?"60

She blinked.61

"I didn't want you to think that all this time I didn't care."62

I forced my chuckle down.63

"Well then...show me you care..." 64

I whispered it against her glossy lips before I pressed my lips to hers. She froze just like I thought she would, and I caressed her lips with my tongue. She tasted like cherries which is one thing that I liked about female lips opposed to guys. I thought that I should pull away, but she did something that I thought she would never do. She kissed me back and snaked her arms around my neck deepening the kiss. I parted her lips and snaked my tongue into her mouth causing a moan to escape her. When I needed to breathe, I pulled away and smiled.65

"I didn't know you were lesbian Cassie."66

My breath coming quickly, but I couldn't help but smile. She put a hand up to her lips in shock.67

"I-I-I'm not!" 68

She stammered.69

"Oh, so kissing me doesn't mean anything."70

She looked at me with fear.71

"no, it's not. It's...umm..."72

I laughed and sitting down next to her.73

"I get it, it was you trying to show me that you care. The thing is Cassie, I like girls and boys. You're not an ugly girl and you are frustratingly attractive. Why not steal a kiss?"74

I looked at her, she was still running fingers were I had kissed her and staring off into shock. I reached over turning her face to look at me, and taking her hands into mine.75

"Cassie, it is perfectly normal to be attracted to the same sex. At least when you are, you are. So, tell me...how long have you been?"76

She widened her eyes then looked down.77

"I have been since I was in elementary school. I only like girls, but I date guys to hide it. That's why most of the guys that I even find attractive are rather girlish in someway so I can stand it."78

I never thought that it would turn into a confession and what made this more unbelievable was that Cassie Woodlynn was a lesbian and I had just outed her. The fact is, what would I do with her?79

"Have you told anyone?"80

She nodded.81

"I told you, and you're the first one."82

I raised my eyebrows with surprise and I knew that it wasn't me that needed to be saved it was Cassie.83

"Well, I am not going to out you first of all. But, I think that you need to start accepting yourself as you are. Stop dating boys, date a girl if that is what you like. If you want to keep a secret then don't date anyone in school."84

She shook her head.85

"I can't do that, I have to date a guy so none of my friends know...and I have no experience dating whom I really like."86

"Yes you can."87

"But, I can't date a stranger and there is already someone that I have liked for a long time that I have wanted to date."88

I crossed my arms.89

"If you date someone at the school Cassie, you have to know if that girl would like it and you would have to keep it a secret."90

She looked me in the eyes.91

"I know she likes girls too, and I know she can keep a secret."92

Somehow it seemed that she was talking about me, but I wanted to be sure.93

"What's her name?"94

She blushed, then said it.95

"Bekah."