"I’m Jean." the girl said, holding out her hand.

Angelica felt her hand grab the girl’s soft one. At the moment their hands
touched, Angelica felt a jolt in her stomach, forcing her to pull her
hand back quickly. The girl noticed this and grinned.

"Who are you?" she asked next.

"Angelica."

"Wow…" the girl smiled, eleciting another jolt in Angelica’s stomach.
"That’s one beautiful name."

Angelica smiled for the first time in their little conversation.

"Do you wanna go some palce else?" Jean said, gesturing towards the
door which lead, as Angelica knew from previous visits, out onto the
veranda.

"Yeah, okay…" Angelica heard herself say, still staring into Jean’s
captivating, ice-blue eyes.

Jean turned around, walking towards the other end of the room, Angelica
followed her closely, feeling like in a trance.

Soon, they had reached the veranda. When Angelica breathed in the cool
night air, her brain seemed to work better again.

"You wanna sit down?" Jean asked, gesturing towards a little bench in
the little back yard.

‘Why does she want to sit down with me?’ Angelica wondered, ‘She doesn’t
even know me!’

"Yeah, why not," she answered instead. Slowly they walked towards the
little bench and sat down next to each other. They were all alone.
Angelica listened to the loud party music from inside the house and
for a moment she wished she was still in there, following Patricia.
That was until Jean started to speak again.

"I think that girl Trish is lookin’ for you." she said.

Angelica turned towards her, surprised.

"How do you know?" she asked.

Jean looked down, smiling. "I couldn’t overhear the conversation you
guys had on the phone about half an hour ago…"

"Ugh, God…" Angelica shook her head, "That bitch can suck it. I
don’t care anymore…"

"Why, what’d she do to you?" Jean asked.

Angelica looked at her. The soft way in which Jean spoke to her and looked at
her, touched her deeply and made her want to open up to her, even
though she had only known her for a few minutes.

"I…" Angelica started hesitantly.

"Hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it." Jean quickly
interupted her. "I just thought, I heard her teasing you
for…being a lesbian?"

"No!" Angelica responeded promptly in an outraged voice, "I’m not a
lesbian! My…my parents…" she added in a quiet voice, "My
moms are gay."