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Every Sign I Read is Wrong, Baby
Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: puddleduck, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
know. Doesn’t change anything.” “She thinks I’m seeing her ex. I’m not. Maybe she’s jealous.” “Sure she’s jealous. But not jealous of you.” And the a pause. “She’s jealous of him .” I was open mouthed. But good old Taylor saw the death throes of my argument and was in for the kill. “Look you stupid fucker. She’s pretty, if a bit fucking intense for me. You’re –” she paused and looked me up and down and said, “Well I’ve seen worse.” And she said: “You’re made for each other.” “But you’re mist-” I started to say. She jabbed her finger at me to interrupt me. I honestly thought she was going to poke my forehead. She was like: “The trouble with you is that you can’t read signals. There’s a massive green light in front of you, and you’ve stopped. Press the fucking accelerator.” * Taylor’s conversation wrestled in my tummy all afternoon. At lectures I passed you in the corridor – I don’t know if you noticed. You were looking down at your phone (were you pre-occupied or trying to look pre-occupied?). I was deliciously confused. Later, with my iPhone headphones on walking down the hill back to hall, snow started to fall in thin flakes. I still didn’t have an answer to why signs I’d supposedly missed could be seen by someone who didn’t even know me. I was thinking – did you look at me in a certain way in public? I was blind to it. But was there a code that Taylor could see? Today was the first time I’d had a conversation with her. She only knew you. And then I stopped. Seriously, how ...