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𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

╰┈˚ · ° .   MY BACK WAS AGAINST THE WALL, MY fingers twirling in the hair of a pretty red haired girl. I had no idea who she was, definitely not one of the Rez from the color of her hair, the fair skin splattered with freckles and vivid green eyes. She was blushing, her cheeks tinting rose the more we talked, and stuttering the few words that she could get out.

She was cute, very much so with soft curses and a gorgeous smile and even more pretty eyes. Once I would have been enthusiastic to spend the night with her. Now, I was only flirting with the girl, whose name I couldn't remember for the life of me, to make the stupid wolf girl angry.

It was working. Leah hadn't taken her eyes off of me since I had approached the pretty red-haired girl.

I didn't care about the stupid fucking imprinting bond, I didn't really, but I couldn't get past the way she refused her own sexuality, taking her frustation and self-hate on me.

Coming out hasn't been easy. Not even for me. I was a little thirteen years old crushing on a girl. I was old enough to understand how the world worked, loving someone of your same sex wasn't the normality. Women and men, that's what I saw daily, not girls with girls. The Rez wasn't that big, and we lacked any real homosexual couple. There were talks though, of a woman that lived at the border of the territory, getting old alone after the death of her best friend. They hadn't been only friends, everyone knew it.

I was once a thirteen year old girl that when her classmates started their first relationships, I was too afraid that I did everything to not get caught glancing at other girls.

It was only when I coincidentally met the old woman—Kali was her name—that I got the strength to come out as lesbian to my family. The woman helped me so much with just a few words that I would never be able to forget her.

A simple, who cares?

I wasn't one to rumble on and on, I never had been, but when I met Kali I could do nothing but talk and talk and talk. I wasn't even sure if she was actually lesbian and still, I blurted out all my fears to the poor woman who just wanted to buy her groceries.

Who cares? She had said.

Kali had meant that she couldn't care less about my problems, I just choose to understand it in a different way. Who cares? Woman, man, whatever else. I certainly didn't care to voice how much it grossed me out to see the girl sitting next to me in history making out every day after class with her boyfriend. Why would they have to say about who I wanted to kiss?

Who cares? Who cares? Who cares?

At the end of that week I kissed my first girl.

Who cares? Many people had cared when I came out with my sexuality. They had a lot to say. Too many ways to judge me. I still hadn't cared.

Leah was struggling with her own sexuality, I knew that much, I could sympathize with her for it. It wasn't easy as many liked to say, definitely not when we lived in such a tight knit community where we all knew everything about each other—well not everything since they didn't know about the supernatural but still—a relationship would not be simple to hide, and I didn't want to hide.

Not that I would ever be in a relationship with Leah. I still thought that imprinting was bullshit.

As much as I could sympathize with Leah, I was not going to stay silent when her eyes followed me around. Judging, leering, filled with jealousy that even she hated.

"We should go out sometimes." The pretty red-haired girl struggled to say, biting her own lips as her cheeks tinted darker.

"Would you like that, pretty girl?" I asked, pushing away from between her teeth the bottom lip trapped there.

The girl gasped, and breathlessly she answered, "Uh yeah."

I hummed under my breath with contentment. "What about now?" I asked, "Can we hang out now too?" I teased her, my fingers brushing against her collarbones,

"Yes, yes." If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that I had hypnotized her with some strange sex or lust potion with how quickly she had replied, the innuendo not lost to her.

I glanced sideways subtly, and oh yes, Leah was still there, her eyes sharp on us. It made me want to laugh out loud.

"Good." I said to the nameless girl, "Let's go." I intertwined our hands leading her to one of the empty rooms. We had to close two doors that had been occupied by other couples before finally finding one free, which was a bathroom.

I backed the girl against the counter, helping her on it before my lips melted against hers. The girl was mewling underneath my touch, her fingernails biting into the skin of my forearms as I started to leave wet kisses and hickey down the column of her neck.

The door opened and closed again. We weren't alone, and I knew it. I licked the girl's collarbone, moving the shirt down to continue down her sternum evoking a moan. And as I did that, my eyes were locked on the mirror from which I could see Leah, staring, unmoving, glare hard on me.

"More." The girl pleaded, "Please."

Leah had her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes daring me to take this any further. I did, and I loved the way she clenched her fists, and lips curling into a sneer.

I pinched the girl's nipple with one finger, the other hand on her thigh.

"Out."

The yelp that the red-haired girl let out almost made my ears ring from the sheer loudness. "What the fuck!"

"Out." Cold like a burn, Leah commanded the girl.

"You can't-" The girl cut herself off, maybe some part of her recognizing the predator in the slightly older women. Without saying anything further, The red-haired girl jumped from the counter and almost spirited away.

"You are ruining my fun." I turned around, lips forming a fake pout, "Things were just starting to get good."

I was startled when Leah let out a cold and heartless laugh, "Don't lie to me Amelia, we both know why you are doing this."

The innocent act fell away, "And what am I doing exactly?"

Leah stepped forward catching me off guard, trapping me between her and the sink at my back. "You are an entitled brat." She said, "You think that your words and actions have no consequences. You live your life without caring, but the world doesn't revolve around you, Amelia. You are not entitled to everything. It's getting on your nerves doesn't it? It's making you go mad." She asked, looking down at me, amused, wickedly pleased by my sneer.

"What are you talking about?" I spitted out with poison.

"That I don't want you. That you can't have me." She laughed again, so cold, so heartless, that I had to stop my fingers from moving anxiously. "Don't drag me in your stupid games next time, I'm not here to play with your rules."

She turned around, without saying anything else she walked away shutting the door close behind her.

My heart was beating strangely fast. Anger, rage... I was the entitled one? What was she then? I thought venomously as I looked at myself in the mirror.

She was wrong. I didn't want her, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't.

She was wrong.

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˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ˊˎ˗

Hello everyone!

 I'm evil, I know. This is a small chapter but I wanted you all to see a bit of Amelia and Leah too.Amelia is a bit of an unreliable narrator!!! Remember that! 

It was time for Mia to have her own challenges. Amelia is sure of herself and I love her so much, but she needs a challenge too, to have someone bring her back a bit to reality. Leah not doing what Mia wants is a hit on her pride! Let's be honest here. She wants her even more now.

This was supposed to be smut, but their relationship dynamic just arrived to me suddenly as i wrote and I much prefer this to my previous idea, (Which was Amelia acting like they were friends with benefit)

Thank you for reading this chapter, I'll see you on Thursday!

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𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 

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