Rhea Ripley One Shots

Closeted

Most closeted high schoolers go through hell in their mind, well not for me. I embraced that little secret, being able to check out women, joke with friends without making it weird and most of all, laugh at all my friends boy talks. I guess I'm a strong person in a sense, this little part of me is meant to eat me up from the inside, but instead I'm happy to keep this a secret for now. No one knows, not even family or friends, just my little secret!

But, this little secret, it did make me feel a bit lonely at times, like the only girl talk in my friend group is about what boy they wanna seduce next. I try not to think about it too much, and focus on my studies, my extracurriculars, and my amazing group of friends. I guess it's not so bad after all, being able to keep a secret like this, it makes me feel unique in a way.

There had to be another closeted lesbian somewhere, it's high school for gods sake, I'd glance around the halls, searching for someone who might share my secret, someone who might understand the secret that came with it. But no, everyone else seemed to have their perfect someone, their other half. It was like they were all part of some secret club that I couldn't comprehend. All these boys, some men, they just didn't ever appeal to me.

I guess the biggest statement was "I'm just not ready to be with a man yet." Like damn, I don't think I'll ever be. I guess in a way it's not a lie, I only like women.

There was this one girl though, Demi Bennett. My god what a sight. She was the embodiment of pure lust. Long, blonde hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall, and a figure that could stop traffic. It didn't help that she was the captain of the school's track team either. I'd often find myself staring at her when she'd run by, wishing with all my might that she'd notice me.

But no, she was in her own world, with her own friends, her own life. I guess that's what I wanted, to have someone who understood me. Someone who knew my secret and didn't judge me for it. It was a selfish wish, I knew that, but it didn't make it any less real.

The only way for her to notice me is to join the track team, I hated running but if it meant speaking to Demi, I sure as hell would take up the challenge. So, I signed up for the team, trying to hide my discomfort in my new, unfamiliar surroundings. The girls were all gorgeous, but Demi was always the one who stood out. She had this aura about her, this confidence that made everyone else around her seem to fade into the background.

All the boys would stare, point and feen, to which she'd give a middle finger and strut off, her confidence radiating off of her in waves. It was mesmerizing. I wanted that, I wanted to be able to feel comfortable in my own skin like she did. It took me a few days to muster up the courage, but one afternoon during practice, I found myself next to her on the track.

"No offence, but I don't think I've ever seen you before." Demi's voice was soft, almost musical. I couldn't help but feel a blush creep up my neck.

"I keep quiet usually, with a small group of friends but I can't stand them. Taking about boys and sex, like ugh." I shuddered, trying to play it cool.

"Oh, I get it. Well, I'm Demi, by the way." She held out her hand, her grip firm but not too much so. I took it, feeling the warmth of her skin through our palms. "And you are?"

"Y/N. So, how long have you been on the team?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Oh, about two years now. I love running, you know? It's like therapy for me. Helps me clear my head." She laughed, the sound like music to my ears.

"Well it's definitely payed off, you look stunning!" Her confidence began to rub off on me, and I found myself smiling.

Demi grinned back, dimples appearing in her cheeks. "Why thank you. You're not so bad yourself." I felt my cheeks flush even more, and I couldn't help but glance away. It was the nicest compliment anyone had ever given me.