“No really. Thank you. I was thinking of just going crazy black girl on their ass. I’m glad you managed to find another satisfying way of getting revenge. Tearing up that face she tries so hard to protect.” Again I only shrugged. After a while of silence she spoke again. “Hey, Snow,” She began. Her voice was low, sweet, hesitant but confident. “want to try dating?

            My head snapped to her face. “Just because I’m bisexual does not mean I will date anyone.” I proclaimed insulted.

            “Yeah, no, I know. But face it snow, you aren’t really good at keeping your crushes a secret. I mean, you tricked me into grinding against you when we were ten.”

            “I-I was ten. It’s been four years since then, my taste could have changed. I mean if I liked you back then and all…” I spoke away from her not having the confidence to say it to her face.

            She called to me; her voice laced in sarcasm. She continued repeating my name until I turned to her. She was so close the corners of our lips touched as I turned. She backed her face away a little so she could examine my face properly. “Then why are you blushing?”

            “B-because! O-o-ou-our lips just touched! Anyone who doesn’t have much experience would blush!” I tried to talk my way out of it but my body was stiff with excitement. “Besides, if I did date you I would just be a rebound. It’s kind of messed up that you would do that to me. And! You don’t even like girls. You shouldn’t try dating girls just because you think since most girls know how it feels to be hurt she won’t hurt you. Girls can hurt boys too you know. Girls hurt ten times worst. Just look at the tramp. Apparently she had a boyfriend too. She cheated on her sophomore, and baby daddy, boyfriend with an eighth grader. That’s among the biggest insults you could do to a guy in high school.”

            She was silent for a while. I was squirming in my spot unsure, nervous, and excited. She was right about one thing; I was no good at keeping my crushes a secret especially after getting kissed by them. I kept thinking about how soft that corner of her lips was. How delicious the taste of tequila tasted on her lips. I bite my lip remembering it. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.