Kiss Of Destruction (A Group Story)

Chapter 9

Chapter 8~ Tess

by: KrisWolff
She gets off the bike carefully, never taking her eyes off of me. I only notice because I can't stop staring at her.

"L-Lana..." I say quietly.

She pauses, and tilts her head to the side.
"How do you know my name?"

I look down at the ground, embarrassed. "You, uh, said it, in the bathroom."

I hear her laugh and I look back up at her. For the first time, I notice her attire.

"A dress? On a motorcycle?" I say, slightly impressed.

"What can I say? It's a skill." Lana shrugs, and I stifle a laugh. Of course she knows how to do that.

"Why are you here?" We ask simultaneously, and then we both fall silent. With a smile, I gesture for her to talk first.

"I kind of had a fight with my... friend Eleanor. Actually, she was more than a friend. We were together," Lana says, and I nod, urging her to continue while my brain goes into hyperdrive, and a zillion things go through my mind at once.

Who even is Eleanor?
Were they together when Lana and I kissed?

And, much to my chagrin,

What does she look like?

The feminist in me sighs because of that last thought. It doesn't matter what Eleanor looks like, it doesn't even matter who she is. Just because Lana and I kissed, it doesn't mean anything, right? It was just a kiss. After all, I'm probably just making a big deal out of this because I'm seventeen, and this woman is probably at least twenty-three. She's experienced enough to know that a kiss isn't much, she's probably done a lot more with this Eleanor woman. I bet they probably have already talked about settling down and starting a family. I can just picture it, Lana making pancakes on a Sunday morning, the light streaming through vast windows, and a faceless but I know attractive woman is hugging her from behind, and Lana turns and they kiss deeply, and then Lana splashes some pancake batter and they both laugh and-

"You still here?" Lana waves her hand in front of me, and my thoughts are ended, for now.

"Sorry, I was just thinking," I say. I smile sheepishly, hoping that Lana can't somehow read my envious thoughts.

"Did you hear me?" Lana asks.

"Yeah, you said you fought with your girlfriend Eleanor?"

"Well, I kind of continued after that..." I notice Lana's demeanor has changed, if only a little. She seems... disappointed?

"I'm sorry, I'm just really tired, it's hard for me to focus a lot, do you wanna tell me again?" I offer, feeling really guilty. Why do I focus more on my own jealously than on Lana?

"Sure," Lana smiles and she seems to feel better. "I also came here to get away from my mother. She didn't know that I'm a lesbian, and I basically ran away to avoid talking to her about it."

"Oh." I say, because I have no idea what else to say. I can't relate; my mom has been supportive of my bisexuality since I came out to her at age ten.

"Mom, hey, can I ask you something?" I said, thumbing the bottom of my Hello Kitty shirt. Mom turned from cooking the refried beans on the stovetop, and smiled.
"Sure, honey, anything,."
"I think I have a crush."
"Is that a question?" My mom asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"No...well, I think I'm a bad person."
My mom dropped her spoon and turned to me, looking pretty upset.
"Why would you say that? Baby, you're not ever a bad person to me! What happened?" She hugged me and kissed me on top of my head.
"I like a girl," I said, and I burst into tears.
We stopped going to church after that. My mom figured that we could find another church that wasn't so homophobic, and we did. Our former church was run by just another bigot, and though the new church my mom found was accepting of everyone, I've put off by religion in general since.
I can't imagine not having come out until my twenties; it seems like too big of a secret for me to keep.

"You don't have to understand. I get it. It's harder for straight people to relate to something like that," Lana says, and she laughs, but I can tell it's forced.

"I'm not actually straight. I'm bisexual." I mention, hoping that Lana seems like she's trying too hard for the reason I think she is.

She visibly brightens up, but then it looks like she remembers something, and her smile fades.

"Why are you here at this gross motel?"

I sigh and I think about where to begin, but Lana doesn't give me a chance to start.

"Actually, I need to tell you something first."

I'm silent, and a sense of foreboding falls upon me.

"You've heard about that murder at the library on the news?" She asks.

I nod.

But before she can say anything else, I hear a shout.


I hear running behind me, and suddenly a blonde woman is in front of me.

"Who the f~ck are you?"

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