Rock Bottom

Chapter 1

"When did you realise that you like girls?" I asked Sarah.

We were sat on the corridor outside her classroom, waiting for the bell to signal the start of school.

"I dunno", she shrugged. "I just kinda knew and have done for a long time".

"How did you know?" I questioned her, curious to know.

"I looked at girls and thought they were hot instead of pretty", she laughed.

"I feel like that sometimes. I just dunno how to make sure".

"I'll help you figure it out. Are we still skipping science later?" She checked.

"Yeah, we'll hide in toilets"

The bell rang and I jumped up, heading round the corner to my classroom. Once the classroom had filled, the teacher did the register before sending us on our way to our lessons.

I met up with Sarah at break time and we headed round to the back of the school to smoke. It's where everyone goes and there's always someone on lookout for teachers coming. Today it was a year eight kid, James I think his name is, and his reward was half a cigarette from one of the older kids.

"Teacher!" James yelled, two puffs into his half of the cigarette.

The group of around thirty students began to run in various directions, trying to get far enough away so that when the teacher came round the corner, everyone was too far away for them to see who was who and no one could receive punishment.

Sarah rounded the far corner of the school building and waited for me to catch up. We'd thrown our cigarettes by this point. Sarah grabbed the mints from her coat pocket and I pulled out a body spray from my bag. We swapped to make sure we both had minty breath and our clothes didn't smell of smoke. We laughed, relieved that we'd avoided being caught again. I didn't fancy another detention and a lecture from my grandma about smoking underage.
Walking back into the building, the bell rang signalling the end of break time. We walked amongst the crowds of various aged students heading to their next classes whilst we were heading towards the toilets. We both hate science so we skip the class together as much as possible but we're running out of hiding places.

"Okay, so how are you going to help me figure out if I like girls for definite?" I asked Sarah as we locked ourselves into toilet cubicles side by side.

"I'll text you a link for a website. It's where people write lesbian sex stories. If you read them and you feel 'excited', then you know", she giggled.

"Umm okay", I half laughed back at her.

A minute later, the text came through and I tapped the link. I opened up the first story and began to read. We sat in silence, both reading different stories.
As I was reading, I began to feel the 'excited' feeling Sarah spoke of. Turned on, I guess. After reading a few more stories, the feeling intensified. I guess that's when I figured it out for sure, I don't think straight girls get turned on by lesbian sex stories. None that I knew anyway. But I can't tell anyone. I've got lesbian and gay friends who are out and they get bullied. I don't need to give anyone another reason to make my school days hell. This is something that must be kept between Sarah and me. I know she won't tell anyone, she's been my best friend for two years and I trust her more than any of my other friends.

"So now what?" I questioned my best friend, breaking the silence.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I clearly like girls but I can't tell anyone. I don't want anymore shit at school than I already get".

"You don't need to tell anyone yet and you know I won't".

The hour passed quicker than usual and the bell rang once more, signalling the end of that lesson. We unlocked our cubicle doors and headed to Maths. Our other least favourite lesson but we couldn't risk being caught skipping two lessons on the same day.

"Ugh, I hate Maths" Sarah groaned as we climbed the stairs to the second floor.

"Same but you know what Mr Thompson is like. He'll ring the office and let them know we're not in class", I rolled my eyes.

We joined the queue outside the classroom of people talking and groaning about how much they hate fractions and how grumpy the teacher is. Ten minutes had passed and we were still waiting. The other two classes on the corridor had entered and were beginning their lesson. People were growing impatient and some had slid down the walls dramatically, claiming their legs couldn't take anymore standing. Another few minutes passed and the doors of the corridor flung open and a flustered looking woman rushed down the few steps.

"Sorry I'm late!" She exclaimed, shoving the key into the classroom door. "Please come in and take your seats. Mr Thompson has had to go home and I've only just been informed that I'll be covering your lesson".

It was Miss Jackson, one of the art teachers. She didn't have a clue about Maths so the lesson should be relatively laid back. She'll hand out work, people won't do it and we'll all sit playing on our phones and talking. Once we were all seated, she handed out worksheets causing everyone to groan and sigh.

"Miss, I can't do fractions, can I do something else?" Came the voice of Sam from the back of the classroom.

Sam's a popular kid and a class clown. He messes around and I'll admit he's funny sometimes but it gets annoying when you're actually trying to do some work. I don't see the point in kids like Sam attending school because they do more messing around than work.

I thought the end of the day would never come as I sat in English trying to take in the book we had to read. Sam and his friends were making noises that can't even be described. Not human sounds, I know that much. There's no way I'll pass any exams if I can't take in the information I'm supposed to.

I packed away my pencil case and book and slammed my head onto my bag that was on my desk in front of me.

Five minutes later the bell rang and I jumped out of my seat, practically running out of the classroom.