The Trembling Truth (Lesbian Stories)

Jessica

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          Growing up having everything thrown at you makes it easy to think you are better than others. All through high school, I thought like this. My parents were both lawyers so money was easy thrown into my bank account when I needed it. I was considered one of the best looking girls back in my hometown. I stand about 5'6". My hair back then was strawberry blonde, which over the years had turned into dirty blonde. When people look at me, my eyes are what draws them to me. They are almost sky blue in color. Also, little streaks of jade run across them.
I was considered the queen bee in high school. I was the head cheerleader and dated the star quarterback. Typical. The thing that I kept a dark secret was that I liked girls. I knew how I would be looked upon if I ever came out of the closet. The truth is that on that day in Mrs. Hills class I felt an instant attraction to Samantha. I knew that I could never let her or anyone know my feelings. The best way I knew how to be near her was to harass her. At first, it was little things like throwing paper at her or even pushing her out of my way in the hallways. When she did not give me the attention that I was seeking, I started to do more.
I noticed a lot of people wanted to get to know her, but in a fit of jealousy, I started rumors and let everyone know that if they went near her they would be next. I did not want anyone to get close to her. In my mind, if that happened it might lead to dating which I knew I would have not been able to handle. For four years, I treated Samantha horribly. In those years the attraction I felt for her, turned into what I could only see as love. With Samantha being valedictorian, she had prepared a speech to say to everyone. That was the only time that anyone had heard her speak more than a couple of words.
           Everyone silently sat back and listened to her speak. Her speech was amazing. As she finished, the principal stood up and hugged her tightly. The principal started to roll off names of who received scholarships and naming where they would be going to college. When he got to Samantha's name, I sat on the edge of my chair. I was begging in my head for her to be going to a school here in Georgia. As he said UCLA, my heart sunk. I knew I had lost her forever, but in a way I knew it was for the best.
           That fall I began school at the University of Georgia. I knew upon walking in there that it was different from high school. Instead of being the queen bee, I was on the bottom and tried to work my way back up. It would have probably worked, but the girl that was considered the queen bee instantly disliked me. After that, I was harassed and bullied. Seeing first hand what I had put Samantha through made me realize a lot of things those four years. I lost my confidence. I started to wear clothes that would not make me stand out. I stuck to my studies just trying to get college over with. I found a job right after I graduated. I worked my way up from the bottom. Eventually, they opened up a sister company in LA. They came to me asking me if I wanted to go manage it. The pay was ten times better. I could not that pass up. I packed up my life in Georgia and moved to LA.
I threw myself into my work. I would work eleven to twelve hour shifts a day. With working that much, I never had time to date. When I first moved to LA, I made friends with a couple of people in my building. They tried forever to get me to slow down on my working habits and go out with them. Partying wasn't my thing anymore. All I wanted to do was go to work and then go home to cuddle up on my couch and binge watch romantic movies until I fell asleep. Finally after three years, I was having a really bad week and decided I did need a night out with my friends. They told me we would be going out to a nightclub they frequently went to.
That whole day was really bad for me. I had planned on getting off early to get ready but some things had come up that I had to handle before going home. Instead of going home, I had to head straight to the club in my work clothes. Once I got a few drinks in me, I was actually able to relax and enjoy myself. Everyone in the club was having fun until a fight broke out causing the bouncers and bartenders to step in and break it up. People were too scared to do anything, but talk amongst themselves after that.
I was talking to my friends not watching what I was doing when someone bumped right into me from behind. Upon hearing "I'm sorry", I knew who I had just run into. I grabbed Samantha by her elbow turning her around. I asked her if that was really her. She looked really good. Her nerdy look was gone, except for her glasses. Those glasses always made her look good though. She was in black leather pants that hugged her curves and legs really good. The tank top she was wearing was white with 'bite me' on it, which showed off her abs. Damn, that was the most I have ever seen of her skin. My mouth was watering. The tattoos and piercings she had were making me even hotter than I already was. After a few minutes of her standing there lost in thought, I finally waved my hand in her face. She snapped out of her trance. We made some small talk, before, she told me she needed to get back to work.
My eyes followed her as she made her way to the deejay booth. As she jumped up on stage and spoke to everyone I couldn't believe it. She was so smart in high school. Why would she come out here and only become a bartender? I always figured she would go on to be someone great and make a name for herself. Even though I never went up and talked to her I kept stealing glances over at her all night. I loved the way she would tilt her head back and laugh when one of the customers said something funny to her. She was a natural flirt. Everyone that she came in contact with always left her with a smile. It was so different watching her be so open with everyone. I wanted that kind of interaction with her. As the night slowly came to an end, I made my way over to her.
       I really just wanted to apologize to her but I got so nervous that when I walked up to her I brought up the bartending. She gave me a evil sounding laugh before blowing up at me. I stopped her from speaking by putting up my hand. I finally just apologized to her. The apology didn't really go as planned because she snapped at me about being the actual owner of the club before throwing the rag on the bar and leaving the club. I couldn't leave things like that so I ran after her. I didn't catch up to her until we were at her car, which by the way was a sleek black BMW M3. She really was doing good for herself. I finally explained to her a little about being on the other end of bullying and asking if we could start over. I really just wanted to get to know the real Samantha.
          After I was finished, I stood there fidgeting with my hands not sure what she was going to say. I figured she would blow me off. Instead, she surprises me by agreeing. When I got home that night, I was so giddy that I could not go to sleep. After that night we had a new product coming out at work, so I became very busy. Samantha and me have texted a few times. Nothing really important was said. We just asked how each other were. We made plans to meet up tonight. We were going to a late dinner. Hopefully, we can overcome everything that we have been through together. It will be the first time we had ever met up alone before. I am really nervous.
I'm not sure if this will lead to us being friends or something more. I think for right now I need to just work on being friends with her. If anything more happens, I will just go with the flow with everything. I am currently at home trying on everything I own in my closet. I want to wear the best outfit. At the same time, I don't want my outfit to be too flashy and remind her of who I used to be. I'm thinking of just wearing a pair of casual jeans with a nice blouse. I finish getting dressed before taking one final glance at myself in the mirror before heading out the door. I am meeting her at an Italian restaurant that Samantha said was her favorite place to eat. It is on the other side of LA from where I live so it will take me about thirty minutes to get there. I lose myself in my own thoughts just hoping that everything will work out.