Finley was notorious for being the school lesbian who got around too easy. She found a new girlfriend every week, and never held on to anyone for too long. Half of the girls in the school had became at least slightly bicurious because of her. One of those girls happened to be you.

However, you were popular in your own ways. Lots of friends, gets along with everyone, wealthy parents, and good grades. There is no way in hell you’d let anyone find out you like a girl. Your parents would kill you, you’d lose all your friends, and your life would be over.

People started to get surprised when Finley stopped popping out with new girls clinging onto her hip every other day. She spent her days with her friends, and, secretly, spent her nights with you. She didn’t care for secrets or hiding her sexuality, but you did. She’s hot, Finley thought, trying to convince herself that’s the only reason she’s keeping this stupid relationship a secret. She couldn’t even call it a relationship.