Hiding Anna

Chapter Twenty: Reliving

The next month flew by and everything went back to normal.

Abi finally approached me about being a lesbian and it went really well.

"Cassie?" She'd asked.

"Yeah?"

She'd looked around sheepishly, her hands fidgeting with her t-shirt. "I need to talk to you about something."

At the time I guessed that was what it was about so I decided to save her the difficulty of actually saying the words out loud and asked her myself.

"Is this about the lesbian thing?"

She'd looked so taken back that I thought maybe I should have let her tell me first but slowly after a few seconds of bafflement her features relaxed.

"You know?"

I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Abs, you're my sister. Of course I know!"

Her whole posture slackened. "And you're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad? It's not a big deal, you're still the same person."

Also Corey was gay and I was robbed of my innocence the day I decided to stick up for him being so. It wasn't his fault of course but I'd be stupid to be homophobic after that.

So now Abi happily and openly talks about celebrities she finds pretty without the worry of us judging. She told my mother the weekend after so now we all knew.

Things with George and I reverted back to how they were before the kiss. We would talk about many random things and almost every day I'd learn something new about him. Like how his favourite film director is Tim Burton because every film he makes is weird and abstract and still highly entertaining. He told me that his favourite actor is Johnny Depp because he's always puts in his personality into his characters.

I told him a bit about myself too. How I always spread the jam before butter on my toast and absolutely hate tomatoes.

Then that lead to a whole new discussion - more like argument - about tomatoes being a vegetable or fruit.

I even googled it and google never lies. Tomatoes are fruits!

But George still insisted that because you eat tomatoes like a vegetable they should be classed as a vegetable.

We even got his mum, a gardener, to give her opinion and she agreed with me. George had mooched off in a mood after that.

He came and sat by me when the whole school watched the Christmas play. Ruby was the lead role and of course she was amazing.

I'd forgotten how good a singer she actually was.

However, trying to engage with the actual plot of the story had been difficult when George was absentmindedly combing through my hair with his hands and playing with my fingers. Thankfully I managed to get the basic outline of the story so I could talk about it with Rubes later.

Currently it was Christmas Eve and I was making the last adjustment to my outfit ready to go to Milo's annual Christmas Eve party.

It seemed that boy had a party for every occasion.

My dress was black, stopping mid-thigh with a slashed neck and capped sleeves. The skirt fell down straight the waist pinched into a fitted style, slightly emphasising my curves and if it wasn't so short it would look like a business dress.

My hair was tied to the side in a messy fishtail braid. My makeup was minimal since the 'little black dress' was a statement enough as it was.

I bounded downstairs grabbing some simple black flats to match my dress and slipped my phone down my bra.