Emily and you met in collage and she was a senior, you were a junior. Also, Emily was a well-known basketball player. Every girl was drooling over her. Except someone…

…you.

You were a reckless, confident girl who didn’t understand how people find something in love which was so stupid in your opinion. You actually had some family issues and traumas from the past so that was why you were so reckless now.

Emily liked the confidence in you. When some boys came to you and asked you for a date, you turned them down as a closeted lesbian.

But closet was made of glass. Emily knew everything about you. Your lack of interest in men, your traumas which made you feel that reckless, your hobbies and she has learned some tips to even pull you. She wanted you no matter what and she has got everything she wanted until now.

You were at a prom which was full of the students in your collage. Of course Emily was there as well.

You were wearing a tube black dress that had some laces on it with a black transparent panty hose, smoking in the corner and watching the couples that you defined as ‘disgusting’.

Emily was wearing a button up shirt with a relaxed tie and a pair of black jeans. She was watching you, after some observations she came next to you. You two started chatting normally at first. But you could tell there was more to it.

“Tell me now.” you said as you tapped the cigarette in your hand.

“I-“ Emily paused, sighed deeply. “I love you.”

”Well, everybody loves me.” you responded in a sassy way, knowing it made you more attractive to her. You were a smart woman after all.