The bitch stole my mascara (Lesbian Story)(gxg)(girlxgirl)(LGBT+)

Chapter 1 ♢

1 month later

I look to my right and notice Taylor is looking back at me. A scowl appears on my face. I still hate her and she still hasn't given my mascara back. A day after she stole it, I asked her if I could get it back but she told me she didn't have it. The smirk on her face told me a different story.

"Don't let her get to you, Elza. She's not worth it." Demi says resolute.

"That's easy for you to say. She hasn't stolen something from you." I snap.

My bad temper kidnaps my mouth and makes me a snappy bitch.

Yesterday I discovered that we had to hand in our paper of literature. I hadn't started yet... So I stayed up all night to make that task. Me without sleep is like a red rag to a bull.

"Elza, don't be mad at me. You know that I just want to help you." Demi says with a hurt look.

"I am sorry, Demi, but I really hate her. She is just so confident and she thinks she can do everything she desires. Well, I don't have to take that crap. If she wants a war, she can bring it. I don't let anyone mess with me." I say furious. Without thinking, I am walking towards Taylor.

"Stop Elza. You are going to regret it." Demi tries but I don't listen.

Everyone around Taylor starts to look at me but I'm far beyond the point of giving a fuck. Now is the time to act like I mean it. The only thing I have to think about is that I can't inhale too much. Taylor's perfume is just too good and the smell makes me weak.

"Now you have to listen to me, Taylor. I want my fucking mascara back and if you don't give it to me right now, I will make your school year miserable. Understand?" I say, the thread clear in my voice.

Taylor looks at me with a big grin.

"You really scared me." She says but her laugh betrays her amusement.

"I am not fucking around." She really makes me angry. My whole body is shaking.

"Calm down, little miss hot-tempered." She says with a wide smile.

Suddenly I get pulled away. I turn around to see which bitch dares to touch me while I am this mad.

"Sorry Elza. I can't let you make a fool of yourself." The person spats in my direction.

She has my arm in a firm grip and she only releases me when we are safe in the classroom. It is Demi of course. A sigh escapes my lips.

"You're right, Demi. I don't know how she does it but she makes me do stupid things. Thanks for saving me." I say when I am back to my normal self.

She gives me a small smile. "That's what friends are for I guess." She sighs before she sits down. It's that exact moment I see her hair. My mouth drops to the floor.

"Wow Demi! Your hair is beautiful!" I scream when I'm recovered.

Demi looks at me and her smile is literally from ear to ear. Ok, no but it's wide. You can see she is really proud.

"I thought you would never notice it." She says jokingly. A laugh escapes my lips. Her hair is black with red dip dyes. The most girls are to pale to have black hair, but Demi looks absolutely stunning with this hairstyle. How could I not notice this? All because of Taylor, I know. That girl absorbs all my attention. Only the thought makes me grit my teeth. Demi gives me an annoyed stare and I immediately stop it.

"Sorry darling. I am a little distracted, aren't I? I will make it up to you. What do you think about a cold beer after school?" I ask her with my most friendly smile.

"Make it a cold glass of white wine and I am in." She answers, the smile back on her lips.

Just when I sit down, I smell that familiar smell again. I breath in and hold my breath in the hope Taylor will pass soon. Unfortunately, she comes straight to my desk. 

"Are you holding your breath?" She laughs.

My cheeks become red and I let my breath go.

"No, I'm not." I lie angrily. 

"Yes you did. Is my perfume that good? I notice you hold your breath all the time when I come near you." She says with a big grin.

Then she winks at me. Before I can open my mouth, she walks to her friends in the back. Goosebumps have appeared all over my body. What the fuck is happening to me?

Quote: "Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it."

- Patrick Sûskind, Perfume: The story of a murder

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