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Avery

"what? why not?" I ask Dakota as we're driving back from the mall after school. The other three in the backseat as she sits passengers as I drive. 

"I just, have plans." she says and the others scoff. 

"With who?" Maggie asks. 

"With a friend." Dakota says. 

"WE are your friends." Jackie says. 

Dakota laughs slightly. "Yes, I know...but I have other friends too." she says, being secretive and I eye her at a red light. 

"So what, we can't hang out with you and your secret friend?" Lyndsay says. 

"no. You can't." Dakota says and starts to scroll through her phone.

"Augh! Rude!" Lyndsay laughs and I catch Maggie and Jackie , more mad than me or Lyndsay. 

"WHO?" Maggie asks. 

Dakota sighs. 

"Skye." she says, not lifting her eyes from her phone, and I see the other girls eyes widen. 

"Dyke Skye?" Jackie asks. 

Dakota rolls her eyes. "Don't call her that." 

Jackie scoffs. 

"So you're ditching us to hang out with the leper?" Maggie asks.

"You don't even know what a leper is Maggie." I say. And see Dakota look towards me as I wait for the green light and Maggie scoffs and the others girls laugh. 

"Whatever, since when are you friends with the dyke?" Maggie asks Dakota. 

"I said, don't call her that." dakota says, clearly annoyed. 

"I'll call her whatever I want to...since when are you friends with her?" Maggie asks. 

Dakota shrugs. "She's always been nice to me. I don't have a reason to hate her like you do." 

"She's gay!" Maggie says as if that's reason enough. 

"And?" Dakota asks. 

Maggie scoffs. "Gross. Why would you want to hang out with a lesbian? She's probably going to try to eat you out or something." Maggie says. 

"Gross" Jackie says and makes a face. 

I roll my eyes, but say nothing else as I pull up to Maggies house. 

I grip the steering wheel. Thinking about the fact that Dakota will be hanging out with Skye. Skye who I hate. 

I drop the rest of the girls off and then looks to Dakota.

"Why ARE you hanging out with Skye though?" I ask, pulling into her development. 

"Because she asked me to." Dakota says.

"What are you two gonna do?" I ask, finding myself curious, finding myself angry, but trying to hide it.

"We're just gonna hang out." Dakota says with a sigh. 

"so what, you like her?" I ask as I pull up to her house. 

Dakota turns and looks at me. 

"I've always liked her. I've never had a problem with her." she says. 

"You know what I mean Dakota. Not THAT kind of like." I say and Dakota's brows pinch. 

"Why? why do you want to know? Doesnt that disgust you?" she narrows her eyes slightly. 

I roll mine. "You know I said I dont care. But...she's just....she's trashy." I say, thinking of any excuse to keep Dakota from hanging out with her. 

"trashy?" Dakota laughs. 

I tighten my lips and nod. "Yeah, trashy." 

She shakes her head. 

"thanks for the ride Avery" she says grabbing her back pack and her bag from the mall. 

I dont say anything as she quickly gets out, closing my car door and walking to her front door. 

I grit my teeth and think about Skye hanging out with MY friend. Who does she think she is? She probably wants to turn Dakota against me.  It nags me that I know there's a deeper reason it bothers me. Because...I dont want Dakota hanging with Skye.

 I don't like the idea of Dakota going over there and being lured away from me by Skye's trashy tongue ring, several ear piercings or that stupid fucking small little diamond stud nose ring. My fingers curl around the steering wheel as I drive off, not noticing how my jaw clenches until it cramps. I stretch my jaw and then clench it again, hating the picture in my head of them hanging out at Skye's, on her couch, staring at each other, would they kiss? 

My hands grip the steering wheel harder as I picture Skye's lips. How they would press against Dakota's.  I feel my legs fidget as heat pools in my lower belly and I think about whether or not Dakota would put her hands on Skye, or Skye put her hands on Dakota. I bite my lip thinking about Dakota's hands on Skye's chest. I swallow hard, feeling myself get wet as I picture hands on Skye's breasts. but I don't picture Dakota, their hands similar to my own. I feel myself ache and curse. 

"Fucking bitch" I groan at the thought of Skye. How much I, I hate her. 

Once I'm home I throw my backpack down, kick off my shoes and run up the stairs to my bedroom, panting by the time I fall to the bed and push down my leggings and then reach over to my night stand. 

I'm soaked by the time I turn on my little bullet vibrator and spread my legs and ease the ache between my legs by rubbing the end of the bullet against my clit. 

I let out a breath and immediately push my ass into the bed and moan. I bite my lip as I circle my clit, and again imagine Skye, gritting my teeth.  Thinking about how much I hate her. Thinking about my hands on her breasts again. Thinking about her sitting with Dakota instead of me, and I whimper. 

I let myself whisper her name as I pleasure myself. Gasping with even more excitement as I hear myself moan her name out loud. 

"skye" I moan. 

"oh skye" I pant quietly , rubbing my clit with the little vibrator until I've successfully gotten off to the thought of Skye once again.  Because , it's my little secret, that the only thing that gets me off, is thinking about touching the girl I hate. 

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Skye Sterling

I'm happy when Dakota says she'll come over, and I prepare us quesadillas for dinner, with chips and salsa to eat while we watch the show, and make us virgin margaritas. 

"This is awesome" she laughs as we sit down and I hand her the plastic margarita cup with a little umbrella in it. 

"Thanks!" I say and she laughs. 

"You didnt have to do all this" she says and I smile. 

"It's nothing, really, I love setting up snacks and making fun drinks when people come over" I tell her and then point out the different types of quesadillas. 

Dakota and I watch last nights episode of our favorite show, laughing and pointing out how ridiculous it is and both of us enjoying having the same guilty pleasure for trash television. 

"Tonights episode doesnt start for a bit" I tell her and sigh, rubbing my belly though my tank top. "I'm stuffed." I laugh and she giggles. 

"Me too" she nods.

"Wanna take a quick swim, we'll let the show record for a bit, that way when we're done we can fast forward through the commercials." I tell her. 

She laughs. 

"I didnt bring a swim suit." she says. 

I shrug. "You can borrow one of mine." 

I watch her shake my head. "No , that's alright. I'm fine. It's good." 

I shrug and then we both get up and go outside with our phones. 

I steal a cigarette from my mom's stash. 

"You smoke?" Dakota asks. 

I shrug. "Not really...I just like stealing them...makes me feel badass." I tell her and she laughs.

"You can have one if you want" I tell her and Dakota laughs. 

"They're gross." she says. 

I laugh and nod. "Yeah, they are." I say as I lift the lighter to the cigarette between my lips and light it. 

"Okay fine." Dakota says and I laugh and push the pack over to her. 

I giggle when she lights it and makes a face and then coughs. 

"This is awful." she says and I laugh. 

she looks at the cigarette and then takes another drag and I laugh. 

We sit in the chairs just relaxing as halfway through our cigarettes she breaks the silence.

"What happened between you and Avery?" Dakota asks. 

My brows pinch and I turn my head slightly to look at her. 

"What do you mean?" I ask and flick the cigarette ash into the air. 

"I mean....Avery doesn't actually hate gay people....she's just....a bitch..." Dakota says and I smile and blow out a plume of smoke. 

"That's being too kind." I say and Dakota laughs slightly. 

"I just mean...I don't get it....I've tried asking her....and she won't tell me why she's a bitch to you." Dakota says. 

I shrug. "Your guess is as good as mine."

"So you two...didnt like....have a thing?" Dakota asks and I choke on the inhale I take and make a face at the awful way it tastes as I choke and sit up straighter.

"What?" i ask, smacking my chest. 

Dakota seems embarrassed that she asked. 

"I just....I thought maybe you two....in secret....had a thing." She says.

I laugh and throw my head back. 

"Me and Avery?" I ask. 

She nods. 

I shake my head. "No definitely not. I honestly have no idea why she hates me, other than the fact her friends told her to when they found out I was gay." 

"Oh." Dakota says and pushes her cigarette butt into the ashtray. 

"Plus, Avery is straight." I say. 

Dakota laughs. 

"What?" I ask with a little laugh. 

"You really think she is?" Dakota lifts a brow. 

"Ummm , yea." I say, even though I've wondered sometimes, if Avery has ever been curious, if I only imagined what I'd felt when we were friends that maybe she was interested in exploring something with me. 

Dakota shrugs. 

"I think she's bi." Dakota says surprising me. 

"And you...what are you?" I ask and Dakota blushes. 

"I..." she shrugs. "don't know really." 

I smile and easy friendly smile. "That's alright, you'll figure it out." I say putting out my cigarette. 

"How did you know?" she asks and I smile. 

"I just never was interested in boys. They were cool to play with and be friends with, but when I dreamt of sharing my first kiss, it wasn't with someone from One Direction." I say and she laughs. 

"I mean....Harry is pretty cute and all...." I say and Dakota laughs. 

"That he is." she agrees and I laugh. 

"I just loved looking at women. I just knew I was enamored with everything about them." I tell her. 

"Do you have a type?" she asks chewing her lip and silently wonder if she's fishing to find out for herself or just curious. 

"I guess I like them more feminine." I shrug. "But I also dig androgynous chicks sometimes." 

Dakota nods.

"How do you stand being friends with them?" I ask her and she sighs and looks at me guiltily. 

"I'm not judging" I say. "I just....it really must suck...hiding it." I say and chews her lip. 

"I guess because I don't know what I am....and that....I know how mean they are......and i'd rather they used me for my money, than...." she stops.

"Rather than write Dyke on your locker every week?" I ask and she nods slightly. 

"Plus part of me thinks there might still be hope for them....well....not really....but Avery." she says and I scoff slightly. 

"she's the worst of them" I say. 

"I think she's scared." Dakota says.

I laugh. "Avery Alexis? Scared of what? The girl has the biggest balls in this town, and is scared of nothing and no one." I say. 

Dakota gives a slight smile. 

"Scared of being gay." Dakota says. 

I cock my brow.

"It's the only thing that makes sense to me....I mean....she has no reason to hate you....and she's pretty much told me she knows im questioning my sexuality and that she doesnt care....so it has nothing to do with the fact that you're gay.....sure her friends might have pressured her into not liking you.....but....she's being mean cause she's trying to prove something to herself...to them...hiding." Dakota says and I speculate over her words, cocking my head as I think about it.. 

"Maybe.....but that's fucked up." I say.

Dakota nods. "I'm not saying she's excused for how she's acted or what she's done...but...I think she might look at you....being out....and hate you for that more than anything......the fact that you're not hiding and she is..." Dakota says and I chew my lip in thought. 

I shrug. "well...let her figure that out....i'm not going to try to save a girl who's nothing but downright awful." I say and Dakota nods. 

"I really thought you two had a thing." She says. 

I smile. "no, we really didn't. not even close." I say and Dakota nods.