“Does this mean I outed her?” I ask worried, my eyes wide.
Oh, no. I told my friends that I kissed her and I didn't even realize that I was potentially outing her. Regardless of whether she likes girls or not, I spoke about our kiss, knowing how much she despises gay people.
“Kind of, but Victoria and I would never tell anyone else, ever,” Aryan says resolutely, easing my fears a little and I nod.
I trust my friends not to tell anyone and I wouldn't tell anyone else either. Moreover, Juliette is a bitch, why should I feel bad for telling my friends about something that was bugging me?
My brain is very logical, so I'm pretty good at excusing my actions with facts and so far, the facts are as follows; Juliette is a bitch and technically, I didn't out her because my friends won't tell anyone else.
If there's anything to out anyway.
“She can't like girls,” I say in an almost whisper, my tone shaky.
“Why?”
“Well for starters, she has a boyfriend.” I scoff, pushing down the heat burning my chest.
Adonis Waters. Honestly, I've only just remembered that Juliette has a boyfriend. They don't even seem like a real couple. I barely see them together and when I do, she looks like she wants to kill him.
Then again, why would a girl like Juliette who has the world at her feet date Adonis if she didn't love him? I should feel bad that she's cheating on him with me, but I really don't. At all.
“So what? Ever heard of compulsory heterosexuality or bisexuality?” Aryan asks surprising me.
Compulsory heterosexuality. I'd be a fool not to think about that, but I don't want to. She could be bisexual too—I am—so I don't know why I can't wrap my head around her also being bisexual. In my head, I'm keeping Juliette as a straight girl who occasionally likes kissing girls for fun.
It's easier that way.
Aryan continues. “He's a shit boyfriend anyway, he's always cheating on her.”
“What?! Really?”
Wait, what? No wonder I don't feel guilty; maybe subconsciously, I always knew he was an asshole. Who could cheat on Juliette? I hate the girl, but even the thought is incomprehensible.
“Yeah, you would know that if you paid attention to anything other than your textbooks,” Aryan jokes and I roll my eyes at him.
I shrug. “Nothing is more important than my textbooks.”
He just laughs as I pick up the remote, silently telling him that I cannot be bothered to talk about Juliette anymore and he obliges. I scroll through the channels and snuggle up to him as he wraps his arms around me.
“What shall we watch?” I ask him.
“I don't mind. Anything that doesn’t bore me.”
“How about back to the future?”
Chapter TWENTY-FOUR
J u l i e t t e
Iquite simply adore being in English class; it's one of my favourite classes besides art. I think that's mostly because when I was a child, my mother used to read to me—mostly classic literature and poetry. While it probably would have been more appropriate to read me Disney stories, I am grateful regardless. Now, while I enjoy most things regarding English, what I don't enjoy is having to sit through another class where we have to read Romeo and Juliet—for the fifth consecutive year in a row.
“Does anyone want to share their thoughts about the ending of this book?” Mrs Khan asks, the class is quiet for a few seconds at her question.
Now, that's a new question. Usually, we get asked about how well this pertains to an exam or something equally as boring. This question is actually interesting, not that I'm going to answer it anyway; I cannot be bothered to argue with Mrs Khan about this.
A hand goes up and it's Alex, the captain of the Lacrosse team. Mrs Khan looks elated that someone is participating. “Go ahead, Alex.”
“I think that if the Montagues and Capulets just got over their prejudices, none of this would have happened. Then Romeo and Juliet could have lived in peace instead of dying,” he says thoughtfully.
