Starcrossed

8. Be My Juliet

Lola

I slammed the door behind me, not caring that Kevin was still outside. Everything had been good till that moment in the locker room with Bee. The way she had asked about the rumor and the feeling she tried to hide had made me curious and a little amused to be honest.

When the rumor had spread like wild fire, I had been mad. It wasn't that I didn't like Chrissie, I do; but the rumor had made her distant with me. Every little thing I did like grab her hand or ruffle her hair had people giving us disgusted looks and others would smile as if they had known all along. No, I did not like Chrissie for more than a friend and I had thought she knew that. It had taken me about three days to get her to understand that it was nothing but a rumor, that I liked someone else and that despite the rumors I'd wish we could still be friends. Afterwards we would just laugh about the whole matter.

When Bee asked about the rumor and I told her I didn't mind much had been a lie, but the way she had reacted had me curious. I should have kept my mouth shut, though, because after that Bee seemed to change towards me. We had been having a good time joking around and laughing, even making Tammy chase Bee and I around. After our talk Bee was a bit distant but I thought I was just reading too much into it.

And then it happened...

She said she was going to go look for Memo and before I could say anything she was gone. What the hell? I stood there just looking at her retreating back confused as fuck. She had told me that she didn't want to see or talk to Memo for a while, something that had happened between them. And then all of the sudden she goes off and looks for him...

What the fuck?!

At lunch time I was waiting for her in our usual spot but she never came so by the time I walked into the cafeteria I was seeing red. I don't quite understand why I felt such feelings towards Bee, I was pissed! My mind wasn't reasoning with me and before I knew it I had been standing in front of their lunch table. Tammy looked at me with a disgusted look but I ignored her. There were some of the soccer players around the table, looking at me with a raised brow and an amused look in their eyes, but I ignored them too. I glared at Memo, who was glaring back at me. And then my eyes fell onto Bee's and I felt myself calm down a bit.

"Who invited the dyke?" I heard one of the girls sitting next to Tammy say but I tuned her out.

"Is everything alright?" I asked Bee, looking into her eyes. Those mocha color eyes drawing me in that I felt my heart beat twice as fast.

Bee's eyes never left mine and I saw a hint of a smile on her lips, "Yeah." Even though she said that we were cool, I could still see that look in her eyes she had back in the locker room.

"Why is the dyke talking to your girlfriend, Memo?" One of the guys around the table said and I rolled my eyes.

Memo stood up from where he was sitting and walked in front of Bee and me, glaring down at me. "That's a good question, Miguel. Why are you talking to my girlfriend?"

I rolled my eyes again and took a step back, "Say it, but don't spray it, Guillermo." I saw him clench and unclench his fists as some of his friends snickered.

"You better go back to your dyke friends before-"

"Before what, Guillermo... Before you send your goons after me instead of dealing with your own shit? Yep, I know a coward when I see one. Now, if you excuse me, I will take my leave because the longer I stay here the quicker I feel my IQ drop." I winked at Guillermo and looked around him to smile at Bee, who was trying hard to hide her own snickering.

I left their table sure that Bee and I were cool, but damn it if things didn't change as soon as lunch time finished. I had waited for Memo to head to his class and once Bee was alone I rushed over and tried to talk to her but she just looked at me and walked away as if she was being chased by someone. In our last class, I tried to talk to her but she had sat up front and at the end of class she was one of the first ones to leave the classroom. It didn't help much that the teacher had asked me to stay after class so I hadn't had the chance to talk to her.