This date has been great so far! She’s very open to being committed and is ok with people knowing about us! She knows what she wants and I love that. Towards the end of our date, we were both a tad drunk. Getting a our desserts she starts talking of her struggles in highschool.

“I didn’t know I was queer in highschool!” She laughed a little then frowned, she continued

“I use to bully this uh.. gay girl. I feel awful about it”

I tried to lighten the mood, “hey you were what like 16 that was years ago!” She looked up at me, her big brown eyes had a hint of sadness before she started to smile, that’s when I realized.

“Wait. What high school did you go to?” She frowns

“Oakland high, you from around there?”

It was her. When I was in highschool this girl bullied the hell out of me. She let girls push me around. She use to act like she was sorry look up at me with her fucking big brown eyes than start to laugh!

One time she pulled into kiss me I kissed back she made me a laughing stock of the school.

I guess my appearance changed.

I needed to change.

My once brown hair now dyed pink.

I have piercings.

“U-uh no.” She was so beautiful but so fucking evil

“Hey I think we should go out again! Your so fun to be around” she puts her hand over mine, I piece of me hopes she knows it’s me and wants to better. I know she doesn’t reconize me.

“What would you do if you saw her again”

“Oh the girl? I’d apologize, she did not deserve that. I was just hurt and in a bad spot you know?”

I can’t do this. I throw up all over our table thinking of the constant harassment I endorsed.

“Oh my god!?” She screamed and I started to cry she stood up immediately rubbing my back.

Every touch made me feel disgusted with it, my teenage self felt disgusted with it. I sit there in silence. I wonder if she’ll pay for the food after this.