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Tina Kennard POV

Tina was at The Planet having a good time. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking about the brunette she had met. It felt to her as if some greater power had brought the two of them together that day.
Only, she had made such a fool of herself. What was she thinking, rambling on and on about a joke that she wasn’t supposed to laugh about since it was too lame to be a joke? Bette was probably at home, laughing about her stupid behaviour. She had probably only agreed on meeting sometime again out of pity. What was she thinking?

“Tina!” Stephanie yelled in Tina’s ear. “Where are you?”
“Right here, silly.”
“Yeah, but mentally.”
“Somewhere you aren’t making me nuts with your questions and where I can just dance and have a good time.”
“Whatever.” Stephanie went to someone she had just recognised and waved at enthousiastically now.

Tina sighed. Bette was with someone, she was supposed to leave her alone. The only thing was, leaving her alone was not an option. She had to see her. She knew why she had told Bette that she’d call herself. She was just afraid that Bette wouldn’t call her back and that it would all turn out on nothing.

It WILL turn out on nothing! She has a girlfriend, for heaven’s sake. Tina Kennard, what are you doing? Leave her alone! You don’t deserve her anyway.
Why had Bette called her so soon? If she wouldn’t like her, she wouldn’t call her. She wouldn’t want to have Tina’s number. She wouldn’t run to her like an athlete to catch up with her and ask her name.

Maybe she just wanted friendship? The thing was, Tina didn’t know if that was enough for her. She clearly wanted more.
She had had Ian on the phone, but he just couldn’t interest her anymore. Her mind was somewhere else and the guy was kissing her ass a bit too much.

Tina wasn’t having fun at all at the party. Some girls were hidding on her, but she rejected them one by one, even if it was only for a dance.
She decided to go home and have an early night. Not that she would be able to sleep with the beautiful brunette in her head.

She went to the dancefloor looking for Stephanie. She found her dancing with a very seductive woman that seemed totally Stephanies type.
“I’m going home,” Tina shouted to be heard over the extremely loud music.
“What?” Stephanie yelled back.
“Going home!”
Stephanie frowned her eyebrows and said: “Have fun.”

Tina left The Planet and went straight back home. She went to her bedroom and let herself drop on the soft mattress. Her feet were killing her, she had to find new shoes sometime. She looked at her cellphone and saw she had three missed calls. From Bette Porter. Three. From Bette. Bette.

Tina immediately called her back, but bumped on the voicemail.
“This is the voicemail of Bette Porter. I am currently not there, but feel free to leave a message after the beep or call me at the gallery.”
Tina dialled a few times again and hung up right before the beep, just to hear Bettes voice.

Quit it, Tina. Stop it. Don’t call her. Let her alone, let her live her life. That woman she’s with, she’s really lucky. I wish I was her. Wait, you did not just think that! You did NOT just think that! You should concentrate on Ian. Ian likes you. He’s a good man for you.

Tina couldn’t manage to convince herself.