"Aww thanks." Tina gushed at the compliment but brushed it off fast. "I didn’t know she was gay either," Tina leaned back and rested  her forearms on the seats behind her, stretching her abs. Bette gulped. Shane was right, she did have a six pack. "But I think the Franklin girls are ugly. Not my type at all."

Bette’s eyes widened. Did Tina just say….

 "Are they yours?" Tina asked innocently though she wore a devilish grin. Bette couldn’t see her expression because Tina was leaning back.

"My what?" Bette started to breathe hard.

"Your type."

"No, I actually go for blondes," Bette said. She caught the look of shock on Tina’s face and smiled.

"Tina, let’s go. Two more minutes until the game starts." Kelly shouted from the field below.

"Bye Bette," Tina said, almost tripping down the steps for Bette’s confession. ‘She said blondes Tina not a blonde like you,’ Tina thought. But she still smiled knowing she had a slim chance of getting with Bette Porter.

"Hey I’m back," Shane said. Her hair was all over the place. Only a virgin like Bette would not know what Shane was just doing.

"There you are. Where were you?" Bette asked, unfazed in Shane’s disheveled appearance. She slurped down her Cherry Icee cooling down from the view Tina gave her a few minutes ago. Bette stored it into her memory hoping it would show up in her dreams tonight.

"In the bathroom." Shane explained. She knew Bette wouldn’t know what she meant. She wondered if Bette had ever been with a girl at all.

"Oh." Bette said, drinking the last of her Icee. "Damn." Bette exclaimed. It was starting to rain and the cheerleaders had to wear their sweatshirts and sweats covering the girls up. Especially Tina. Bette didn’t mind as she heard many guys groan but she really liked the way Tina looked tonight.

Shane traced Bette’s line of sight and smiled. Tina was completely covered. She would have gone for Tina if it wasn’t for her bitchy attitude but she noticed the change in Tina’s personality. Today, in P.E., Tina actually participated in the weightlifting activity. Usually she would stand in the corner with her "friends" and text. She wondered if Bette’s tutoring had something to do with it. ‘Is she even teaching her something?’ Shane thought. Usually two hot girls together in one room meant something other than schoolwork.

"Shane, when’s the next football game?" Bette asked, leaning forward as the girls started to cheer again.