Jessie's POV
"Guess who?" someone said, covering my eyes while I was at my locker.
I sighed. He was never sick of this little game. Too bad.
"Tad," I said flatly.
He took his hands off and leaned against the locker next to mine.
"How was your day?" he asked, smiling.
"Fantastic," I answered sarcastically.
He laughed and I couldn't help but chuckle. He could never see when I was making fun of him. It was a good and a bad thing.
"Let's go," I said as I closed my locker.
"I can't babe. I have practice today."
"But it's Monday. You never have practice on Mondays."
"Except for today. We have a big game this weekend. I told you yesterday, remember?"
It's funny how my brain just stopped working every time I would hear the word "basketball".
Of course, if Tad couldn't drive me home, it only meant one thing.
"Grace will give you a ride home," he said, giving me a peck on the lips as if my pout was due to the fact I wasn't going to see him. "I'll drop by your house after practice, okay?"
"Okay."
He dropped another kiss on my lips and as he was about to pull away I grabbed him by his jacket and kissed him more passionately.
I don't why, I always felt like I had to do that kind of things when we were in public. Maybe it was because it was what people expected us to do, with us being the most popular couple in school. Because Tad and I were Upton Sinclair's Brangelina, and everybody would know about our every fights and make ups. But in reality Tad had more acne than Brad, and I wasn't planning on adopting the whole world, but it was how everybody saw us, so it was how we would behave.
Grace was checking herself up in a pocket mirror when I found her by her locker.
"What are you doing?" I asked her, finding the vision rather unusual and scary.
I mean, Grace wasn't the kind of girl who would pay attention to her look. She was the kind of girl who didn't care what other people thought about her, and I envied her for that. Of course, there was no way I would tell her that.
She jumped with fright and put the mirror back in her locker.
"What do you want?" she asked in that tone that only was reserved for me.
"Tad's got practice. I'm going home with you."
"Can't. I'm going to Mr Dimitri's."
"What are you going to do at Mr Dimitri's?"
"Gay-Straight Alliance meeting."
I sighed.
"And how am I supposed to go home?"
It was weird how Grace was the only person in the whole world I couldn't be nice to. I mean, I had always been a sweet girl, that was what everybody always said, but there was just something about Grace. Maybe it was because I knew she hated me. At first I had tried so hard to make her like, but after I realised it was hopeless, I just told myself that if she was a bitch to me, I would be a bitch to her. And it was like I was a completely different person when I was around her, and I hated it. I wanted us to get along so much, but I knew it would never happen.
"Easy," she said, closing her locker. "Either you go to Tad's practice or you're going to the meeting with me."
This was going to be a long night.
"I'm really glad you're all here,' Mr Dimitri said as we were sitting in his living room.
The place smelt like old books and was decorated with amazingly bad tastes. I felt like I was at my grandmother's.
The meeting was incredibly boring. They had decided to do a Gay-Straight Alliance dance and were going over every detail over and over. I couldn't help but chuckle when a guy named Russel said he was offended by the word "gay".
"Jessie, do you have something to say?" Mr Dimitri asked me.
Everyone's eyes fell on me, including Grace's and I swear if looks could kill, I would have dropped dead right then.
"No," I answered, straightening up in my seat. "It's just that we've been here for two hours and you've decided absolutely nothing."
There was a long pause before Mr Dimitri spoke up again.
"Well, maybe you have some ideas you'd like to share with us?"
"Me? Oh, no. I'm not part of the Alliance."
"Why are you here, then?"
"It was either that or Tad's basketball practice. And I'd rather be here. So imagine how much I hate basketball."
Everybody gasped at that, except someone who burst out laughing. They all turned to see who it was, including me, and I wasn't surprised to see who had done it.
"Katie," Mr Dimitri said. "May I know why you're here?"
Katie Singer stopped laughing.
Being the only openly gay girl in the whole school, it was pretty obvious why she would be here, but we all knew it wasn't the reason.
"Girls," she answered, as if it was obvious.
Everybody laughed at that, expect Grace who rolled her eyes, and Mr Dimitri who sighed. I for my part, wanted nothing but to get the hell out of there.
"I don't see why you're wasting your time with this," I said as we were driving home.
"Maybe because I want to help people!" Grace snapped. "It's called generosity. You should try one day."
"There's nothing generous about spending two hours debating over saying 'gay' or 'homosexual'".
Even if she was driving, Grace managed to shoot me one of her famous death glare.
I really didn't get why she was in this group. Grace wasn't the kind of person who wanted to save the world, but it looked like this Gay-Straight Alliance meant a lot to her.
"Maybe she feels concerned," Tad said as we were into my room that evening.
With the door opened, of course.
"What do you mean?"
"Well...you know."
"No, I don't."
"Maybe...Maybe she's gay."
I couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Grace? Gay? Are you crazy?"
"And why not? I mean, I've never seen her with a guy."
That was true, but I spent enough time seeing her flirt with Eli to know she wasn't gay.
"She had a crush on you," I told Tad.
"Really?"
"Yeah. When we were in the play. That was before you fell into my arms."
"Yeah, well, the fact she couldn't resist my charms doesn't mean she's not gay. She wouldn't be the only lesbian to be crazy about me."
"Really?"
"Actually, she would. But that feels kinda nice."
I laughed and dropped a kiss on his lips.
"There's nothing nice about it. Grace is not gay."
But what if she was?
What I didn't know was that I wasn't the only one wondering.