Tori's POV

I always knew I was a little different than other girls. For one, I always had crushes on women. I remember my fourth grade teacher very fondly. Miss Wright. She had long blond hair and green eyes the color of moss. I've still got a thing for girls with green eyes.

I an attracted to guys though, there are some who could probably get my pants off I think, but mostly it's girls.

I also remember my first girlfriend, her name was Jamie, and we were seven. Her parents were doctors and she had a huge house that I spent a lot of time in. She was the first girl I kissed. Her mom saw us. She told us to stop; kissing was what boys and girls did. Not girls and girls.

My first boyfriend was in eighth grade. His name was Zach. He was grabby and rude and I don't know why I dated him. Probably because I was a girl and he was a boy and I was supposed to kiss boys.

It was that thought process that made me jump around to different boys like hopscotch. Lips puckered and eyes closed, I searched for the right one. I thought I found him in Daniel. Danny was sweet and kind and his kisses were soft and tender and he taught me more about love than I probably should have allowed. But he was careful. And he was a boy.

But it didn't last, I just felt so bad about lying to him. He was comfortable and easy and safe; but I didn't love him. So I broke up with him. He wasn't my last boyfriend, no, there were many more. But I couldn't find the "one". So I completely stopped looking.

That is until I opened my eyes and saw her. The one who changed my life. She didn't like me, at least, not at first. I didn't really know why, except that I was rubbing all over her boyfriend. But, come on, we all know I wasn't interested in him.

How anyone could be interested in him when Jade West was on his arm was beyond me. She had an inhuman beauty. Her eyes had the ability to make me forget what I was saying. Her lips were what my dreams consisted of. She was perfect.

Except that she hated me. Not even just hate. She despised me. If looks could kill, I testified for weeks after we met, I would be dead. She probably would have danced on my grave.

She was as dangerous as fire and beautiful too. And God, playing with Jade was like playing with fire; thrilling and blood boiling and everything in between. That's what it was like in the beginning when I tried to gain her friendship. Dangerous and painful but, oh, so, hot.

She kissed me first. She tells everyone this. She was the brave girl who initiated what we both wanted. I was terrified. I wasn't supposed to kiss girls, even though I had moved far far away from Jamie and her mother. I had never forgotten those words. Kissing didn't belong between girls.

The words died on my tongue when Jade's touched mine. This was what I was looking for. This is what felt right. She felt right.

We jumped right into a relationship. I made her call me her girlfriend. I didn't want to be ashamed anymore. She was mine and I was hers and I wanted everyone to know. I was a girl and I kissed girls.

Jade likes to brag that she was a bad influence on me. I beg to differ. I simply remind her that there was nobody important enough to sneak out of school with. That I never connected with those boys enough to want to make out with them.

She also likes to tell everyone that I influenced her. I don't think I was as much an influence as I was a motivation. I think she just needed someone to tell her that she was worth more than an empty bottle. And she is worth so much more.

Jade is more than I could have ever asked for in life. I love her and she loves me. We're good for each other and I don't care who knows it.

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