"Emilia! Hurry up! You're going to be late for school and you know your basketball coach won't be happy with that!" My mother yelled from downstairs. While she stood impatiently by the front door, I was rushing to get ready. Waking up late really messed up my morning.
Finally, I had pulled myself together, snatched all my school stuff in my hands, and ran out the door. "If you're late to school, it isn't my fault," mother sighed. 'Yeah whatever' I thought to myself as I threw my bags in the backseat then hopping in the front.
We pulled out of the driveway and headed down the street. Mother turned on the radio to my favorite channel that played rock and roll all day long. "Keep it!" I said immediatly, then proceded to sing along with the song. Of course, she sighed and her hand dropped back to the wheel. After the song ended, I switched the channel to the news.
"Henry Colison, the singer of the popular band The Colison Brothers, 'comes out' today, saying 'it needed to be addressed as nothing more than a personal achievement for having the great amount of strength it required'," a news women reported. After just that statement, mother switched the channel. "I've had it with these homosexuals," she said under her breath. "All they do is want attention and it's really annoying. I bet it didn't even need anymore than a 'ma, Im gay'."
I kept my own thoughts to myself as she continued on her homophobic rant. Before I knew it, I was being dropped off at the school front doors; 5 minutes early I may add.
I climbed out of the car, grabbing my stuff from the back and heading inside, "Thanks for the ride, mom!"
Ending up at class just on time, I sat down relaxed. "You were almost late," whispered Rex, my best friend.
"Haha, yeah I know. But I got here on time!" I smiled.
"Ok, class! I have assigned a partner project that I told you about yesterday. No, you don't get to choose your partner," the teacher smirked.
Rex looked at me with a small smile, "we would've made great partners". I think I forgot to mention that Rex likes me, lately I've been thinking that I like him back but maybe it's just nothing.
"I'll call names and you guys are partners! Ok? Ok! Randy and Payton," she started as I heard the two guys highfive behind me. "Tiffany and Wilson, Jillian and Lisa, Taylor and Zack, Rex and Morgan," she continued. That only left two people: me and Molly Johanson. I wasn't very interested in beign with one of the preppy girls, in all honesty. "Emilia and Molly are left. Ok, meet up with your partners! Don't just chat about your weekends, guys. Discuss your book project!"
I turned around to the back of the room to where Molly was, she mouthed: "I'll come over there" with a smile. I nodded with a smile in response.
She finally reached the desk in front of mine and she turned around. I believe she was wearing perfume and it smelled so good, I can't even describe it. It kinda distracted me from the fact that we have so many differences. "So, how do you want to do this?"
"Your call, I can make the powerpoint," I offered.
"Ok, that'd be great!" She laughed a bit and smiled.
We discussed a bit more of the project and as we did, I realized she wasn't like the other preppy girls. She was actually nice? Very nice? And smelled really good? And she was pretty? So pretty?
After 5 or 10 minutes, we started asking questions about eachother's personal lives, as in how their family life is and what they did over the weekend (exactly what we weren't supposed to do). As we talked, it seems like only a few minutes, but the bell soon rang. We had talked for a good half hour and it seems like we had a lot in common.
We got up to leave when Molly hugged me to say goodbye until tomorrow, then she headed off to her next class. When she hugged me, though, I felt something I had never experienced before. I felt like there were butterflies in my stomach but I didn't know why. Maybe I just really like her as a partner, I thought. But then I remembered when she smiled at me, her beautiful smile and I felt the feeling all over again, but even more drastic.
The next day, Molly and I talked again and I couldn't help but smile when I was around her. Maybe the feeling of making a new friend was the reason behind the strange feeling yesterday? But what I did know was that I absolutely loved her hugs, they made me feel so much better about.. well everything I guess.
That night, I sat in my room, dazing off and thinking about Molly. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing and I felt strange. "Why was I thinking about a girl like that?" I asked myself. "She's just a friend." But when those words slipped past my lips, I knew I was lying to myself. I think I like a girl.