The Catholic and the Punk GirlxGirl
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"So you remembered this whole time?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it doesn't mean anything; I was drunk and -"
She grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the brick wall behind me. Her breath mingled with mine, that's how close she was. "That. Doesn't. Matter." I swallowed hard. I could feel...tension in the air between us. I didn't know what it was, I couldn't tell. It wasn't awkward, or angry, it was something else. Something I wasn't familiar with.
" 'A drunk man's talk is a sober man's thoughts.' "
She let go of me with those parting words, feet hitting the ground as if they too were angry. Her truck rocked a little when she jumped in, and the headlights shined the moment the ignition rolled over. She backed out of her parking space and squealed her tires as she took off.
Gabriella Jameson was your cliché Catholic teenage girl; she was innocent and sheltered by her parents, religion ran through her blood, and Catholic morals were etched into her mind. Even though her personal life inside their house wasn't picture perfect, she always thought her world could never be better or simpler.
That was, until her parents have to move. She goes from attending a Catholic school to a public school. Her parents agreed on sending her to therapy, trying to keep their innocent daughter the way she is. But she shares her appointment with a certain kind of someone she has never come across, and this person changes her entire life.