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  Contents

  Copyright

  1: Intrusive Thoughts

  2: Mean Girls

  3: Into the Game

  4: Invitation

  5: Fresh Meat

  6: Captivated

  7: Fight

  8: Walk Home

  9: Processing

  10: Game Night

  11: New DM

  12: Dungeon Crawl

  13: It's A Trap!

  14: Explosion

  15: Surprises

  16: Sorta Date

  17: Indecent Quest

  18: Real Talk

  19: Caught Swimming

  20: Aftermath

  21: Next Game Night

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  A Lesbian Romance

  By Mia Archer

  Copyright 2016 Mia Archer

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  First digital edition electronically published by Mia Archer, June 2016

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  1: Intrusive Thoughts

  Ten years ago…

  Kylie:

  “Oh my God Kylie,” the voice sang out across the gym. “Is that your idea of doing your hair or did a bird set up a nest while you were down there getting ready?”

  I stared up at Gwen Thomas. Glared would be more like it. Why did she have to be such a bitch? Sometimes I felt like the only reason she existed here at Morton County Middle School was to torment me and make my life a living hell.

  And of course there was her mean girl partner in crime sitting next to her in the stands. Lisa Soren. Though to be fair Lisa didn’t really say much of anything. She just blushed and looked down, but not saying anything to stop her bitch of a friend was just as good as taking part in the relentless teasing as far as I was concerned.

  I flipped her the bird and she rolled her eyes. I didn’t want her to know just how much those words hurt. I didn’t want her to know that I was on the verge of tears because I was so fucking tired of her relentlessly coming at me.

  I moved over to the other side of the bleachers and pulled my knees up to my chest. Sighed and waited for the bell to ring so we could go on to science class. Now there was something that was fun, though I wouldn’t be caught dead letting anyone know I was actually interested in a class. That was social suicide, and my social cred was already seriously on life support as it was.

  I glanced over to Gwen and Lisa again. Stupid preppy cheerleader types. Everything handed to them on a golden platter because they were pretty. I hated them. I hated everything about them.

  Though Lisa was looking pretty cute today in that fuzzy blue sweater. I shook my head. Cute? What the hell was I thinking? Lisa Soren was the enemy. Plain and simple. Why would I think she looked cute in anything? The girl was the devil incarnate.

  Well, Gwen was the devil incarnate. Lisa was just her servant, or something. I don’t know. I usually tuned out in those stupid Sunday school lessons my mom insisted I went to, much to the annoyance of nice old Mrs. Morris who taught the class. A lot of those stories seemed pretty implausible, let me tell you, but I didn’t say anything because my mom would have conniptions.

  Thankfully I was saved from my thoughts about the cuteness of the evil Lisa Soren by the bell. Actually a series of beeps over the PA system rather than a bell. Not that going through the halls would be much of a relief. The older grades got to switch to different classes with different people, but not us lowly sixth graders. I was stuck with the same group all day long, which meant I was stuck with Gwen and Lisa all day long.

  Still, stepping into the halls between classes was a little break. I went to my locker and started switching out my books. A moment later the break was over as my locker neighbor came up. Dave. I sighed.

  “Hi Kylie,” he said, breathing heavily. He was always breathing heavily when he looked at me. I glanced up at him and then back down to my locker. I didn’t like the way his eyes ran all over me. Of course the one guy who paid me any attention would be the one guy in the whole school that I least wanted that attention from.

  For some reason Lisa drifted through my head again. What the hell was up with that? I chastised myself for even thinking the word “hell.” Good church girls didn’t use that kind of language. At least that’s what Mrs. Morris said. I looked at the mirror in the back of my locker and blushed.

  “Hi Dave,” I said. I finished switching out my books and slammed my locker shut. I suppose there were worse things than being stuck in a class with Gwen and Lisa. I could be stuck in a class with Dave. My next door neighbor Travis was in a class with him and he was always going on about how weird Dave got.

  I headed over to the science class early just to get away from him. Since I had a few minutes I pulled out a book from a new fantasy series I’d been getting into and really enjoying. Tales of Elassa. There were a lot of books, and the author was a girl which seemed pretty rare with fantasy books. At least in my limited experience. I’d read a lot of books, though.

  “What are you reading?”

  I looked up and saw Lisa taking a seat across from me. No Gwen. At least not yet, but she’d be along shortly. As soon as she was done flirting with whatever pretty boy she was dating this week.

  The science room was set up with a bunch of little islands where four or five people could be seated. I guess it was so we could run experiments or something, but we never did anything but read from the book and do homework on paper in sixth grade science.

  It was just my luck that I was stuck with the mean girl brigade. I’d been surprised on the first day of class when Gwen sat at the same little island as me. The surprise wore off when she opened her mouth and I realized she’d sat near me just to make the torture more convenient for her, but by the time I had that realization it was too late to change seats.

  Damn it. It seemed like everything about middle school was just one torture after another. I couldn’t wait to get out of this place and into high school where people were so much more mature and sophisticated.

  “It’s just a book,” I muttered. “No big deal.”

  I was always on guard when talking with Gwen or Lisa. Again it was usually Gwen who did most of the teasing, but I’d long ago lumped Lisa in with her since she never did anything to stop her raging bitch of a best friend. They were two halves of the same bundle of middle school misery as far as I was concerned.

  “Is that a girl holding a sword on the front?” Lisa asked. “In a bikini or something? That looks kinda cool.”

  I blushed several shades of red and hated that I was blushing even as I did it. I also moved the book down so the cover wouldn’t be that visible. I’d had a couple of teachers give me odd looks when they saw the cover of my book, a woman in a chain mail bikini holding a huge sword, but so far no one had tried to confiscate the book. Still, it was fucking embarrassing. What I really needed was one of those fancy new ereader things so I could read my books and not worry about being embarrassed by the cover, but mom would ne
ver spring for one of those when paper books were so cheap down at the used book store.

  “That girl is the main character,” I said. “But she’s not always like that in the book. They just put that stuff on cover to get boys to buy it or something.”

  Lisa smiled and I shivered. Huh. Now where did that come from? I shouldn’t be shivering at Lisa’s smile. I shouldn’t be happy she was smiling at me at all. No, the only way Lisa Soren and her stupid friend Gwen could make me happy was by leaving her alone. I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was just drawing me into this conversation so she could find some way to make fun of me.

  “That’s interesting,” Lisa said. “So does that book have magic and stuff in it? Like Harry Potter? I love those books!”

  I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Yeah, there’s magic in here, but it’s nothing like Harry Potter. That’s baby stuff compared to this.”

  Lisa looked down and I realized I might’ve said something a little mean on my own end. I felt bad about it for a moment, but then I remembered all the times Gwen had said nasty things about me and Lisa just sat there and let it happen. Sure she might look like she felt bad about it, but she let it happen.

  I didn’t feel so bad after that. Still, there was a part of me that was disappointed I made her look like that even as another part of me screamed that I was an idiot for thinking like that.

  “Well I like those books,” she said.

  “You might like these too,” I said. “They’re pretty good. Harry Potter is okay if you’re into that sort of thing, but this Elassa series is awesome!”

  Lisa smiled and I shivered again, and then it happened. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was a moment that would lead to years of confusion. Suddenly an image popped into my head of me kissing someone. Only that someone wasn’t one of the pretty boys Gwen was always keeping for herself. That someone was certainly pretty, and she sat right in front of me.

  In the intrusive thought we were in my basement watching some TV show or something and Lisa leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. I felt fire the likes of which I’d never enjoyed before. It wasn’t even the thought of making out with her or anything. Just a simple kiss, but it was a simple kiss that hit my imagination with all the force of a runaway freight train as my already hormone addled brain ran away with the fantasy.

  I blinked and pulled myself back to reality. Lisa sat right there in front of me smiling, still looking at the book. I turned the cover over and looked at the girl on the front. She was pretty enough, but this time I was really looking at her with a mixture of fear and trepidation that had never been there before. Did I find that barely-dressed cover model attractive?

  I stared for a moment but nothing happened. At least nothing close to the fireworks I felt with that sudden unwelcome thought about Lisa. I looked up at her. She smiled. The fireworks came back and I blushed.

  What the hell was going on? I didn’t like girls, did I? Great. As though life wasn’t already complicated enough. I glanced around the room at other girls and a couple of guys. Tried to recreate that feeling. Begged the universe that the feeling would only come along when I looked at some of the cute guys who still looked just as cute now as they did before that thought popped, unwanted, into my head.

  Yeah, I still thought those guys were cute. I didn’t really get that feeling for any of the other girls. I turned back to Lisa and that thought popped into my head again and my scalp went all tingly as my stomach twisted into knots.

  What the hell was wrong with me?

  Gwen chose that moment to breeze into the room. I never thought I’d be happy for Gwen to show up with that semi-permanent angry scowl on her face and her lips puckered up looking for all the world like a cat’s asshole. I smiled at the comparison.

  “Oh my God Lisa, you wouldn’t believe what Todd just told me,” Gwen said, launching into yet another story about her love life that I didn’t really want to hear, so I buried my nose in my book and waited for the bell to ring and class to start.

  Still, Lisa paused for one last lingering glance at me, then my book, before she turned her attention back to Gwen and her latest tale of social woe. I shivered again, and then concentrated on my book because that was far better than concentrating on Lisa or the implications of that crazy thought.

  I liked boys. That was just some weird intrusive thought and that’s all it was. Yeah. The more I said that to myself the more I almost believed it. As long as I didn’t look at Lisa and feel the full strength of that intrusive thought hitting me all over again like a bolt of lightning from the heavens.

  Great. One more reason to hate the mean girl cheerleader duo of Gwen and Lisa.

  2: Mean Girls

  Five years ago…

  Lisa:

  The noise of people moving around in the hall between classes washed over me, but I didn’t hear any of it. I slammed my locker door shut and stared a few lockers down to where Gwen and Todd were chatting with each other. As I stared she giggled and reached out to brush a lock of shaggy hair away from his forehead.

  A lock of shaggy hair I used to run my hands through. I’d known it was a mistake to go on a date with that asshole, let alone get involved with him. All my friends told me it was a huge mistake. He and Gwen had been on again/off again since middle school, and I guess a part of me always knew that I would only have him while the “off again” lasted.

  It didn’t make it suck any less to see it happening right in front of me, though. Though to be honest it wasn’t really that he was with Gwen that bothered me, to be honest I felt a little relieved the relationship was over. No, more than anything it was everyone looking at them and then looking at me with those sad stares.

  I was supposed to be sad too. So why was I more annoyed that he was wrapping his arms around Gwen.

  Damn. Now there was a thought I needed to stomp down on nice and hard. I didn’t think of Gwen that way. I didn’t think of any girls that way. I was into guys. If anyone in the hall had even an inkling of the thoughts running through my heads they’d be staring at me even more than they already were because the head cheerleader was supposed to date the captain of the football team or some bullshit like that. Not one of the other cheerleaders.

  Damn it! I shook my head. Chased those thoughts away and tried to ignore the pitying stares that were so infuriating.

  Okay, so maybe not everyone was doing that, but that’s what it felt like. It felt like everyone knew that Gwen and Todd were back together. That he’d dumped me so he could have another chance with her. They looked so cute together.

  She was so… No. Bad Lisa’s brain. We don’t think of Gwen like that. Gwen was a man-stealing bitch, even if she was technically stealing him back.

  They were the perfect couple, everyone said. Meant to be even though they were always arguing and breaking up. I was the bitch for trying to get in the way of their intermittent true love, not her for stealing my fucking boyfriend.

  “I hate her,” I muttered.

  “Do you really hate her?” Terri asked.

  I turned and smiled at Terri. She was my locker buddy and a good friend. We’d been on the squad for a few years, along with Gwen unfortunately, but Terri was pretty cool. Pretty pretty and son of a bitch I was doing it again. Terri.

  My friend Terri. That’s it. She’d moved here a couple of years ago when we were freshmen so she was free of a lot of the baggage that most people carried around from living in the same town their whole lives.

  It was stifling sometimes. Not as stifling as it could be if some of those stray thoughts dancing through my head got out, but still stifling.

  “Yeah, I really do,” I said. “She was always a bitch. I just played along because I didn’t want her to turn on me.”

  “Well you’d better stay out of her way now. She’ll turn into queen bitch if you dare get mad at her for stealing Todd away from you,” Terri said. “Especially after the announcement last week.”

  I smiled. At least I had that going for me
. Captain of the squad next year. I was on top of the world from the announcement and Gwen had been stalking around pissed off about it all week. I sort of wondered if me getting captain of the cheerleading squad was part of the reason why she’d taken such a sudden interest in Todd again.

  “Shit, she’s coming this way,” Terri said.

  I stood rooted to the spot. A part of me wanted to avoid a confrontation. Gwen could be a real bitch when she was upset about something, and I’d seen people on the other side of that bitchiness often enough that I didn’t want to have any part of it. I thought of poor Kylie back in middle school, though she’d done well enough for herself since then.

  There was another person it was best not to think of, even if I did feel a small flutter thinking of the resident bad girl of Morton High.

  Avoiding conflict was what I did. Keep a perfect smile on my face. Pretend everyone is happy and everything is perfect. That’s what I usually did. Only this wasn’t perfect. Gwen stole my boyfriend to try and get back at me because she didn’t get something she wanted.

  Sure he wasn’t a boyfriend I really wanted, the less I thought about exactly why I didn’t want him the better, but it was the principle of the thing. That was typical Gwen. She didn’t get what she wanted? Well then I didn’t get what I wanted.

  I hated her. Hate that was tempered by a longing lurking under the surface that I’d never spoken of to anyone. Thin line between love and hate and all that. Years of putting up with her acting like a jerk, years of denying certain feelings she’d always stirred in me despite the mean girl routine, and now I’d fallen firmly on the hate side of lust and hate and I wanted to claw her eyes out. There must’ve been something in the way I stared at her, because she stopped smiling and looked me up and down as they passed in the halls.

  “What are you looking at, captain?” she asked.