Dear Ex-Girlfriend (Lesbian, Girlxg... - Chapter 30: Chapter 30

I used to think that movies were sketchy when it came to time. One minute they were describing a child- the next they were filming a grown woman. I mean, were her teenage years so unimportant that they had to skip through it? Maybe. But then, I kind of got the drift being with Genesis. All days were significant, but some stood out from the rest, and you just have to include it in the story no matter how short.
A mosquito flew by my arms. Thanks to my jacket, I didn't have to scratch or swat it away, but then it buzzed by my ear. I shooed it from me.
"Did she wake up late?" I checked the sky. Ha! As if the strips of sunlight would tell me the exact minutes left before the school bell rang. Just grab your phone, Des.
The mosquito flew by my nose, and I shooed it for the second time while squirming my hand in my pocket. Twenty minutes. Enough time to walk, snuggle with each other in the student council office, and go to class.
I almost jumped out of my skin when I looked up. Gabrielle was standing just a few inches away, her face ghost-white. How much makeup did she use?
"Shit, Gabe!" I staggered back. "How long have you been here?" I glanced around. I've been standing just outside their iron gate, near enough to be there when Gene came out, hidden enough so the CCTV wouldn't catch me.
"A while," she said, taking her keys from her back pocket. The sound of a car being unlocked. I shifted nervously when the gates began to open too. "Everything's automatic." She stashed the key where it belonged and sniffed. She was still looking at me with those dark eyes. So different from Genesis'. "Have you gotten what you wanted?"
"Huh?"
"Sex?"
My hand trailed to my backpack strap. "I'm not sure-"
"Weren't you asking me about it sometime ago?" She adjusted her halter. My eyes dragged to her exposed stomach, the piercing there, then back to her face. Wasn't she supposed to be in college or something?
"I don't know what you're talking about," I denied.
She smirked. "Sure, you don't." She stepped back, then turned around. "Can't be a virgin forever, girl. One of these days, you might want to consider hitting that. If you can." Her laughter followed her inside.
Genesis stepped through the gates right then, face baffled. She glanced behind to her sister, then to me. We started to walk down the street. "What's that all about?" she said a few blocks from there. Of course she would ask.
My hands tightened around my backpack strap. It was morning but I was beginning to sweat. Seeing Gaby so early wasn't a good idea. "Nothing," I said.
"Nothing?" I could feel Gene's eyes on me. She touched my arm and I squeaked. She dropped it. "You okay?" She sounded more confused now.
I faked a smile. "Sure."
"Des?"
I stared at her. "Yeah?"
Her smile was genuine. It made me feel guilty. "I love you, okay?"
My nervousness ebbed, but just a little. "I love you too," I murmured.
She grinned and bumped our shoulders, then after a while, took my hand and slid it in her front jacket pocket with hers. She was in one of those moods when she didn't care if anyone saw. I was in one of those moods when I was thinking about dragging my tongue on her neck. Yikes.
Lunchtime was the only free period when we saw each other again. The rest of the day had been hectic with quizzes and reports.
The twins were already on our usual table when I set my tray down, silent for some reason. They were never silent. Spencer especially.
I mixed the spaghetti sauce with the pasta and addressed both of them. Spencer was tinkering with what looked like scraps of metals soldered together, while Ester was pretty much reading her novel. It would have been normal save for Spencer jabbing his materials with a screw driver, and Ester slipping him a frustrated glance once every few seconds.
I took a bite. "Did you two have a fight?"
Spencer glowered. "No."
Short but meaningful. Not like him at all.
I focused on Ester. Her ears have turned red. "I know it's none of my business," I said. "You're twins. It's a given that you'll fight." I swallowed a bit of hotdog. It didn't taste as good as I thought. "But you can tell me what's wrong, okay?" I smiled at them. "That's what friends are for."
Spencer snorted. "You sound like a song."
"A bad song," Ester agreed.
"Great, I'm the enemy now." I mixed the sauce again. But at least they were talking. "So what's up?"
"Nothing's up," Spencer said.
"Then why are you looking at my baby like that?" The three of us turned to Genesis. She cringed as she placed her tray on the table, then sat down. "It's a song too," she said.
Spencer shook his head. "Yeah, whatever."
It took five minutes before Gene and I got over the fact that she almost gave us away. Sum total of ten squeezes on each other's legs. Another five of touching each other's hands under the table. But then it bothered me that the twins had stayed silent all the time, so I stopped.
"Ester," I said. "If there's a problem, tell us now."
I looked at Gene for help. She nodded and propped her elbows on the table before leaning forward. Her game face was on. "This confidential matter will not leave our circle," she said.
Spencer palmed his face. "Can you not student president us right now?"
"I second the motion," Ester supplied.
He glared at her. "You've made it so much worse."
Gene held up a hand. I giggled because she was trying hard no to laugh. She was doing it on purpose. "Spencer, give us your side. Ester, you can take your turn after."
Spencer crossed his arms. "I swear Gene, you sound like your father."
Genesis froze, and I came to the rescue. "No, she doesn't. Shut up, Spence, and tell us what's up."
He tossed his screwdriver on the table and sighed. I had given him the look. "Okay. Okay." He surrendered with both hands up. "Es and I are worried about the junk shop."
I let go of my fork. "Why? What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing. Yet." Ester hadn't sound this unconvinced in all the times I've known her. She was always full of insight and confidence. "It might close. We don't know." She shook her head. "We overheard mom and dad talking last night about irregularities. Something about the right permits."
I shifted on my seat. "But the junk shop had always been there. How can you not have the right permit?"
The bell rang before she could answer.
The twin's dilemma was still on my mind long after classes, even while Genesis and I were walking home from school. She brushed a hand over my back, then moved closer when I gave her a weak smile. "You're worried for them." Her voice was soft.
"Am I a dweeb for that?" I asked.
"You're perfect." Our houses loomed nearer. But it didn't look like she'd continue to hers. She followed me to the left, closer to mine. "Can I come with you?"
We stopped on my doorstep. We hadn't been to my room in a while. "Sure," I said, turning the knob behind me. "After you."
The house was silent when we got in. The curtains were closed too. Genesis had made it to the middle of the living room when she turned around, eyes twinkling. "Your dad's not here," she said.
"Yup." I gnawed on my cheek. "Any problem with that?"
"No, Destiny. Any problem with that?"
God, why did she have to sound like that? I shook my head. "What do you have in mind?"
Her boots thudded on the wooden floor. "Come here," she said.
My back touched the door. "What if I don't want to?"
She considered, and when she did, she had this look in her eyes. I didn't like that look. Genesis would have it right before she did something crazy, say, raising her hand in the classroom grade school years to tell the teacher I was pretty. Come to think of it, I'd been staring at her right then too. How else would I have known what the mischievous gleam meant?
Gene started to unbutton her blouse. My eyes widened. Then she ran for me.
I shrieked. "That's so unfair!"
Genesis chased me to the kitchen. "Thought you'd look." Her chuckles were short and soft.
I circled the table so it separated us. "What are you going to do if you catch me?"
She darted to the left so I was forced to move too. "We'll see," she said.
"No!"
Between running to the stairs and going to the living room, I chose the latter and end up being cornered on the couch. She pounced.
"Come here, you!" I laughed when she tickled me. We collapsed on the sofa. "Think you can run away from me?" She poked my sides. "You're mine now. There's no running."
I stopped dead when the door creaked open. But there wasn't any time to hide. Genesis' mouth was on my neck when dad stepped through. His gaze landed on us.
"D-dad?"
"Mr. Jones." Genesis didn't move. Her hands were clutching mine above my head. Her legs were between my thighs. Why the hell hasn't she moved?
Dad let out a sigh and closed the door. He scratched his chin and motioned to the kitchen. "I'll wait," he said.
My stomach had never felt this awful when the three of us finally sat down, Gene right beside me. Dad, his fingers intertwined at the head of the table, cleared his throat and nodded to us. I concentrated on the apples. They were red, and shiny, and wouldn't kill me. God, I loved apples.
"Are you two?"
"I'll take care of her, Mr. Jones." Genesis voice was firm. It made me look. "I know it's not natural in your eyes, but. . ."
Dad raised a hand. "It doesn't matter what I think," he cut off.
The breath I've been holding was released. "Are you mad?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"Then what?"
The question hovered on us like a cloud. The three of us were quiet. Only the ticking of the clock sounded in the kitchen.
Finally, dad brushed dust from his apron. He'd still worn it from work. Maybe he was coming over for a short rest when he walked in. My head was coming up with all these silly things to forget what he'd seen, but it was one-sided. He spoke. "Does your father know?"
Genesis took a deep breath, as if she'd only remembered how to do it. "No," she said.
Dad nodded again. "What about children?"
"Dad, I'm seventeen!"
His stare cut me off, and I shrank back to the quietness of embarrassment. "I know you're seventeen, but I know you're also serious." He addressed Genesis. "Are you?"
Gene squirmed in her seat. I applaud her for not breaking under the stress, but the constant moving was telling me that she didn't take this lightly. Should I be bothered or impressed?
I grabbed an apple and took a reflexive bite while she thought of an answer. The huge chunk I had swallowed grazed my throat when she did. "I'm serious about her, sir. I would like us to have children too."
I banged my forehead on the table. This was not my idea of a family gathering. "Gene, you don't have to tell him that. We're not even. . ."
"How many?" dad asked.
"One." Gene's eyes flickered to me. "Two if she wants."
My chair scraped against the floor. I couldn't take any more of this. "I'm going to my room," I mumbled, the apple clutched in my hand. "Call me if you need me."
The apple was sitting on my desk when Genesis went to my room. She walked to the window first, checked the view from there to her balcony, before shutting the curtains close. The room turned blue.
She didn't join me on the bed after. She remained standing there, looking at walls, stepping to the Destiny's Child posters. She smoothed a corner so it would paste back. "They're still here," she murmured.
I put Girl beside me. The puppets have been my companions while I anxiously waited for her. "They'll still be there even when I get married."
Gene turned to me. "You mean when we get married."
A warm flush crept on my cheek. She was so straightforward when she wasn't keeping secrets. "What did he say?" I asked.
Genesis didn't respond. She went to my desk next, shuffled the books and papers there. I didn't know what she was hoping to find, but with everything she touched, her fingers would linger. It went on like that for a minute or two, before she finally stopped and tucked her hands in her pockets. "I wish he was my dad," she finally said.
I exhaled at the crack in her voice, the stiffness of her back. "He is your dad," I whispered. "Did he say something bad?"
"He was awfully nice," she said.
"There's nothing awful about it." My heart ached for her as I patted the bed. "Come here, Gene. You said there's no running."
I loved the fact that she went to me when I asked her to, but I hated the water pooling at the edge of her eyes. My arms looped around her as she crawled to the bed. Hear head settled against my chest. "Destiny," she whispered, breath hot on my neck. "I wish I wasn't so bad."
My hands tightened on her. "Did Mr. Morgan say that?"
"No, I did."
My forehead puckered. "Why? This isn't bad. How can it be?"
Genesis shifted against me. Her hand, light and warm, was making its way to my mouth. I bit her fingertip when it closed on my lips. "See?" she said. "I am bad. I'm always thinking of these thoughts about you."
A delicious thrill went over my spine. "So that means I'm bad too?"
"I don't know."
"Well maybe you should." I lowered my head so we could kiss. This time she freely slipped her tongue inside.
One action lead to another, and before I knew it, I was touching her in places I've never touched before. Her hands were everywhere too. I arched myself to her. She grind herself to me.
Our shirt found its way to the floor, then our belts, and our jeans. She was at liberty to unhook my bra. She kissed my neck while doing so.
But then something, something snapped in my head. Something I wasn't supposed to be thinking of. And instead of moaning, I was panicking, pushing her way.
"Destiny?" She sounded so hurt. I couldn't look at her. "Destiny, what's wrong?"
But I couldn't answer her. I couldn't breathe. And instead of explaining things, I turned my back so she would leave. After a while, she did.