I am startled at the beauty of her chocolate brown eyes and how much they seem to say. My breath starts getting heavier and I mentally slap myself. What the hell are you thinking, Kennard? What’s going on with you? You’re fucking straight!

She silently takes the note and writes an answer under my question. She shoves it back, this time without looking at me. I feel a bit disappointed, but slap myself again – mentally, that is.

I’d love to. What time + address?

I think for a few seconds. I have an idea, but I don’t really know if it’s a good one; what if she thinks I’m falling for her? She’s probably straight, and it doesn’t even matter, because I am. I am straight. She knows that. So she won’t think anything of it.

Pick you up around 7

I look at her to see her reaction, but she has a pokerface. It reminds me of Helena, who has the baddest poker face ever. She always wonders why she loses the game.

The rest of the hour passes and the note has become so full that I had to take another piece of paper. We ‘talk’ about all sorts of stuff. The bell rings as the note is on my side of the table. In stead of throwing it away, I keep it with me. I convince myself I just like her handwriting.

After that, I have to go to maths. I want to skip class and maybe hang out with Shane – unless she has English, she’d be more than happy to leave school with me. The only problem is that my maths teacher would tell my mother if I were absent and something inside me tells me she wouldn’t appreciate that.

So I leave Bette with Carmen and the gang, who are all free now. I can’t help but feel jealous, I so wish my mom was not such a pusher. I don’t care about maths. I care about filming and singing.

Bette Porter

I still feel dizzy after homeroom. Dizzy is not the word, it’s just the word that comes closest to the feeling that I have. It was just amazing to sit next to her, be able to smell her scent. I keep telling myself to stop it. Tina is clearly straight, and last time I checked, so was I. I still am. Right?