"So, did you leave anyone special behind back in L.A?" Taylor asks, taking a sip from her Coke.

"Well…" Yeah my teacher.

"Oh, just spill."

I smile. "Ok well…"

"Spencer!"

"Ok… I kinda was… dating… my… drama teacher." I slowly admited, letting my gaze drift away from Taylor’s. It was slilent for a moment, besides the buzzing of voices from the lunchroom. I turn back to her and see her eyes wide and jaw dropped.

"No fucking way!"

"Taylor! Shhh!"

"Oh my gosh! Ok, ok. Woo. Sorry." She giggled. "So you and your teacher were like… lovers?"

I chuckle at her word. Lovers. "Yeah. We were lovers." I pause. "Are."

"Are?"

"Yeah… I think. I mean we’re still…"

"Spencer, you just moved like half way across the country. Wait, how old is this guy? Wait, oh jeez. Please tell me it isn’t some saggy old man. Ew, oh my god. I can’t imagine having an old… thing… banging up against…"

"NO!" She stopped talking and stared at me.  

"What?"

"It wasn’t a…" I trailed off.

"Wait, are you a lesbian?" Taylor whispered. It’s not like anyone could hear us. Everyone else at the table was too caught up in their own conversations.

"Well…"

"Will you stop ‘well’ing?"

I sighed and breathed out "Yeah."

We sat quietly. Suddenly, I was startled by my cell vibrating. Sliding it out of my pocket, I read the caller I.D. "Ashley" It read. I smile. She sent me a text. I open my phone and read the message over and over. Each time, my smile only got bigger.

i miss u
<3 Ash

"What’cha smiling so hugely at?" Taylor finally spoke.

"Nothing, nothing."

"Is it your," She visably swallowed. "girlfriend?"

"Um, yeah. It is."

She only nodded. I quickly make my decision. I shouldn’t have told her. Now it’s akward.

"I think I should go." I go to get up, but am pulled back down.

"No. Stay. It’s ok. Really." She assures, offering me a grin.

"Really?"

"Yeah. It’s cool. It’s just that around here, we don’t have anyone that’s…. you know."

I nod. "So we’re cool?"

She grins widely. "So cool icecubes are jealous."