Saint and I weren’t close anymore so he invited me to his party. I was going to be the Queen to my King. I don’t like crowds and noise so I was a little uncomfortable. To make things worse , Saint told everybody I spoke with an fake Irish accent and that hurt me. I walked out and he followed me and apologized. Guys don’t judge me he’s got a smooth tongue. He led us to his room and starting making love to me. Things were getting hot and I was ready but not with him. He was breathing heavily but I pulled back and left, ashamed.

I got home and went straight to bed. The next morning I got a trillion missed calls from him. I went to work and came back stressed , ate and slept. Until school came the pain hit me hard like arthritis. I couldn’t look Saint in the eye and he was everywhere. He came to me and asked me what had happened that night. I told him he won’t understand but he smirked and left. That’s when I realised I didn’t have feelings for him at all. I needed to find Johnelle , ASAP.

I told Johnelle everything and she told me she understands. We talked and talked until she asked who was the person I wanted. I glanced at her and kissed her she didn’t stop me and we made love. Was I lesbian? Does my bestie love me dovey like?