The next thing Angelica knew, was Jean’s face coming real close this
time, then she felt soft lips kissing her on the mouth. Angelica drew
back at first, then, she leaned back in and kissed Jean back. The
butterflies in her stomach were dancing wilder than ever. The kiss
seemed to last an eternity. When they looked each other in the eyes
again, they both smiled. Angelica felt really warm inside.

"Wow…" she whispered.

Jean smiled. "Wow, yourself."

Angelica blushed. "I…I’ve never done this before."

"One couldn’t tell…you kiss by the book." Jean grinned. She took
Angelica’s hands in hers and gently stroked them.

"Wow, I’ve never ever felt this way kissing Alex." Angelica admitted.

"Maybe what you need is a different kind of love." Jean said quietly,
looking at Angelica intensely.

Angelica nodded slowly. She caressed Jean’s hand tenderly. "Do
you…wanna kiss me again?"

Jean laughed. "Mmh…yeah. I do."

Completely dismantled, Angelica took Jean’s face in hers and just when she was
about to kiss Jean for the second time, she heard a loud giggle from
behind her.

Shocked, she let go of Jean and turned around. With horror she watched how
Trish and her gang descended into the garden, looking at them with
disgust.

"Look, it’s little lesbo-kid…" Trish jeered, "She’s found
herself a girlfriend!" The other girls giggled uncontrollably.

Angelica had gotten up immediately. She felt both furious and mortified.

"Just leave us alone, Trish." she said.

"Oooooh…now I’m scared." Trish said, grinning maliciously. "Well, well,
the apple never falls far from the tree, now, does it?…I always
knew you were a homo…man, it’s so disgusting.
Aren’t you ashamed enough with two gay moms?!"

Angelica just wanted to respond, when Jean stepped in.

"Leave her alone, Trish." she said, "You don’t even know what real love is…"

"Fuck off, lesbo, don’t talk to me…" Trish gave Jean a disgusted look. Then, she
turned to Angelica again. "C’mon, Angelica, let’s go find out
who’s got more guts, you or me. Remember, you still owe me that
drinking game!"

"Allright, let’s go inside." Angelica answered without hesitation. Trish gave them a
last arrogant look before walking toward the house again.

"Angelica, don’t!" Jean held her back by the arm and looked her in the eyes. "Don’t
do this, you’ll regret it and prove nothing!"

"Let go of me, Jean." Angelica said firmly. "She insulted us both and my parents, I’m
gonna make her pay…"

"By drinking yourself into a coma?!" Jean shook her head incredulously. "That’s hardly
a way to repay anyone! I swear, if you do this…I will never talk to
you again."

Angelica freed her arm of Jean’s grip, staring at her in shock. "What?!"

"I mean it." Jean simply said.

Angelica shook her head. "Sorry. I have to." was all she said.

Then, she let Jean stand there and walked afer the others back into the house, never looking back.