You know the shittiest thing about memory is that it linger on something longer than you'd ever want it to. Sometimes that's good because well other things are good to think about but sometimes it's horrible when it stays on the past.
The car parked outside the Lewis mansion a a few roads from our house. Wow! Their house was to die for.
"Beautiful house..." my mom said and Lizzie laughed, "It's hugeeeee..."
We went to knock on the main door and it swung open a few minutes later revealing a very smiling Stacy wearing a black short dress and sandals.
"Hi Stacy.. how are you?" My dad said and the girl smiled making me roll my eyes.
"I'm fine thanks and how are you Mr Lin..? Come on in, my parents are waiting..."
My parents walked in with my little sister in their hand, I trailed in behind then and was startled to feel something hold my hand.
I was totally getting drained by this. Ms Louw was pissed at me and I failed to understand why. I mean did I cross the line by asking her if she was jealous?I sighed as I made my way to school on Wednesday. Yesterday she didn't talk to me one bit and I have to admit that I minda missed her.Susan and soccer kept me busy though and Stacy was less of a bitch as she said she would be.We were now getting ready for the match on Friday and it was just frustrating since my ankle wasn't okay.I promised to talk to coach about it after school.So this other thing.. girls throwing themselves at me. It was growing rapidly... to even my Facebook. I had over 700 friend requests pending, already 4,989 friends and about three thousand followers.. it was insane.. how I went from being that lesbian kid from a small school to this hot lesbian who can play soccer.I later fo
My mind couldn't literally process what was happening right now. Her lips were still lingering on mine as we deepened the kiss.I pulled away to get some air. God! Her lips were so soft I didn't want to stop and she tasted so good.She was looking at me with a small smile on her face, "you okay?"I smiled and nodded my head, "yeah...""You sure?" She asked moving her thumb on my cheek caressing it a bit.I had a few options then, I could just nod my head or tell her that I'm actually pretty sure that I'm okay.. or I could do exactly what I'm thinking. So without thinking myself out of this, I pulled her head down and reconnected our lips again.She responded quickly. Her hand holding on tight around my waist. We kissed and then she pulled away.. totally away I felt a bit empty.I started to freak out.. God what if she regreted it.
My dreams were getting worse and draining me.. today was Thursday and I was tired as fuck like the past three days.I slowly got up and went to the bathroom. I hated how my head worked, how I would dream about this over and over again once I start putting it back in my head.I tried to talk on Monday and Wednesday after school but I just couldn't. I ended up crying.. she asked if he hits me and I nodded... she just hugged me and told me it will be okay and she'll always be here.. I was glad she didn't ask further than that. I don't think I was ready to tell her what my "father" did to me.I bathed and fixed myself. I was very tired of waking up and then trying to go back to sleep. I hardly slept."You look like a zombie..." my sister said when I joined them downstairs and I rolled my eyes, "you look like an expired Barbie..."She frowned, "mommmm...""Olweth
Mistakes... I remember when I was a kid and I 'mistakenly' stole my mom's car... God! That day. I knew what a hiding was and I instilled in my mind what 'mistake' meant.My father explained to me that taking something knowingly without permission wasn't a mistake... a mistake was tripping and falling... because I don't think anyone plans on that.So... for Valentia Louw to fucken stand in front of coach and say kissing me was a mistake! That was absurd. She kissed me more than once and she knew what she was doing. She didn't trip and caught her lips on mine.. she leaned over and kissed me knowingly... so her saying that was a mistake was just fucken bullshit!I was fucken hurt... I mean I couldn't even explain why it hurt like this because me and Ms Louw were nothing or we didn't even label what we were...but that didn't make it hurt any less. It actually hurt more.So she was dating coach and didn't feel the need to tell me.. we
The crowd was insanely huge and I was sooo glad I wasn't in the starting lineup. Nerves were killing me. Right about now the score was 1-0.. and yes we were losing.I got up and went to coach, "tell Anna to watch out for that number 6, infact she should help Sandra there.. these girls are sick.. I underestimated them."Coach nodded, "alright.. go sit down.. second half you're going in.. and we need a miracle.. you better be it."I shook my head and went to sit down, such pressure on me God..When I sat down I heard the crowd go crazy.. I looked at Zanele, "what...""Number 6 scored.. we are officially two goals behind.."Fuck! Really? I got up to tell coach to put two people on that shortie because she could play... she didn't do it and now we were 2 fucken goals behind."Great.. and I told coach to make Sandra and Anna watch her.. but well I'm just a player and not the coach..""So
Have you ever been told something but then later felt like an idiot because what you've been told was a fucken lie..I was so mad when I took a shower later on after the match.So they think I'm fucken stupid.. wow.. if they were hiding their relationship they fucken shouldn't be so affectionate in public. Fuck theeeeem!I was feeling very gayish for tonight's party and in order to forget what I saw earlier I planned on getting wasted and hopefully fucking someome... So I put on my black ripped jeans, white shirt and white sneakers..and then a black straight cap on to avoid my hair being all over my face and put on my leather jacket.I wrote a tiny letter for the folks when they come back..Hello parents.. Okay so Sandra, captain of the team invited me to her party.. not just me, the rest of the team to actually celebra
Jazztin Bieber Sent you a message... Hey, what does a person have to do in order to get your numbers...... It was good seeing you.Okay, so I was now going insane.. I had no fucken idea who this was and they sounded like they fucken know me alright.I stared blankly at the screen wondering whether or not to accept or ignore the message request.I mean I tried to go on their profile and check who they are but every fucken thing is private, so I couldn't see unless they were friends with me.I sighed and decided to ignore it, if they wanted to actually talk to me, they'd show some face.. Who fucken hides their profile picture on Facebook anyway?I smiled when I thought about school because Ms Louw and I were fucken amazing. Kissing a lot getting me wet.. but what kinda made me sad was how I freaked out when she touched my th
I spent the weekend at home with my little sister as promised. We drew a lot of pictures since she's seen that picture from Jasmine..Talking about Jasmine, she and I have been talking on Facebook and she's really been great company to me. I found out that she was an idiot just like me.. she could draw and dance and loved soccer. She wanted to be a dancer or a soccer player. Which was cute.Some of our conversations went like..OLWETHU LIN: And why the fuck are you 'Jazztine Bieber..?' do you want to be him?JAZZTINE BIEBER: No, he's just a twin of mine.. I can introduce you guys if you want...Yep I know, she was an idiot."That girl is looking at us.." my sister said taking a few fried to her mouth. She was pointing behind me so I didn't even bother to actually look. I just stared at Lizzie, "Don't you th