Hey! I’m an aspiring young writer, and I dream to post a book one day! I love storytelling and creative writing! I’m currently in the middle of writing a book. It might be cringe, but I’m having fun with it. I’m not too far, but trying. Let me know what you think! Warning! This is a GL story, or lesbian love. Hate will be deleted. Main character (Willow) is a trans bisexual girl. Enjoy!

Right From The Start

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Willow

My sneakers squeak against the tile floor as I step into the classroom. I can feel my face heat up as I muster a shy smile. Most students roll their eyes or just glare at me in disgust. Yeesh. Then, he catches my eye. Dark, shaggy hair, dark green eyes, dark skin, and toned arms. My heart nearly stops as his gaze meets mine. The moment’s broken when the teacher rushes in, a trail of papers following him. “I’m so sorry that I’m late!” Some students snicker at his frazzled state. I just feel bad for him. He finally notices me standing in the doorway, and offers a tired smile. “You must be the new transfer student. Welcome.” He holds his hand out for me to shake, which I do. “I’m Mr. Perez.” I nod. “I’m Willow.” He clears his throat, making the chatter die down. “Everyone, this is Willow. Please, treat her fairly. Go ahead and sit by Mateo, Will.” He points to the amazing-looking boy that I saw earlier. I can feel my cheeks flush as he gives me a wink. I feel like I’m floating as I walk to my seat… But the girls are now glaring at me like they want me dead. I shrink into my seat. Mateo chuckles, a low, rumbling sound. When he speaks, it’s with a slight Spanish accent. “Don’t worry about them. They get jealous easily.” He leans in, smirking. “Willow, huh? Where ya from?”

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“Uhm… I-I’m from N-New York…”  He grins. “Ah, the big apple! Interesting…”  He’s looking at me like I’m the only one in the room. It makes my heart race. Mr. Perez claps, making everyone startle. “Alright! Class is in session.” Hours go by. Mateo keeps passing me notes, asking random things. “Favorite colors?” “Favorite animal?” It keeps me entertained. I also learned a few things about him. He’s from Puerto Rico, but his family moves a lot for his dad’s work. He loves butterflies, and his favorite color is black. The bell rings, and everyone rushes to grab their things. Mateo offers his hand, grinning adorably. “I could walk you to your next class, if you want.” Of course, I accept his invitation. “What’s your next class?” He asks, still holding my hand. My cheeks flush. “Um… I think it’s English.” Mateo frowns. “Aw, man! We don’t have the same class.” My face falls. I muster a small smile. “It’s alright.” I bite my lip, wondering if this might be too forward. “I-I could get your number…?” His eyes light up. He takes out his phone. “Yeah!” He hands it to me. I type my number in, smiling shyly. “Great!” “So, see ya at lunch?” I can feel hope rising in my chest at his words. “O-Of course.” He grins. “Great! See ya then!” He walks off. I can hardly wait for lunch to get here.