GL: My first friend

I am a new student at Melanie height in New York. It's hard being a black lesbian because once you tell most people you're lesbian they lose respect for you. Last year I came out. It was great all my friends supported me then...

My mom left when she found out. She said I was "a disgrace" and "I hated God," because I liked girls. I told her to fuck off. Of course all this happened during pride month.

My dad was depressed for a while and stopped going into work. I had to pay the bills. We went from a nice house with two dogs to a tiny apartment. I helped my dad look for a new job.

When he got it I was excited but then he told me it was…

here in New York. I was happy for him but I didn't want to move.When we packed up our stuff and left I cried so much in the car. When we arrived at our new house in N.Y. I was excited about the big city. Every girl dream right. Well, not mine. I was happy back at Lakewood high school. I lived in Iowa and was happy living a simple life. I never got brand new clothes or fancy shoes but I was still happy. I didn't have money for that shit.

Life was good before coming here. Now I have to make new friends and come out all over again. I love my dad and think it's great he got a new job I just wish it wasn't here. Well, it's too late to think about that now.

I wake up in a giant pool of sweat. I roll over and look at the time. 6:45!! Omg, I'm gonna be late for my first day! I jump out of the bead and rush down the stairs. I grab some cereal and eat so fast that I forget about the milk. I rush back up the stairs and throw on my new dress. Uhh! I hate dresses. I rushed out of the door and check my phone. 7:15 right on time. I hop in my car and drive to school. I don't really know where to park so I pick a spot towards the back. I jump out of the car already self-conscious and rush to the door. I feel a lot of eyes staring at me. Oh yeah, I forgot! My dad took me to get a haircut and a redye. I have jet black hair and purple in my ends. Also this dress my dad got me isn't my style. It's all flowery and whatever. I wished I was wearing sweatpants or ripped jeans. Black, of course and a long sleeve tee. That sounds so much more comfortable that this! My legs were showing way too much. All the boys were looking and cat calling me. I tried to ignore them but each time it got harder.

The girls started whispering. Oh god, the rumors are starting. "Okay, you got this!", I thought to myself. I stroll down the hall half confident.

I walk into the office and receive my schedule. Homeroom is room 304. Huh, I guess this will be fun. Ok… ok… I calmly walk down the hall to the classroom. This school is not like my last one. Wtf is up with these halfway numbers. And how the hell is the school design. Uh! I was on the verge of having a breakdown.

At Lakewood, if you were new someone automatically would show you around. Ehh its okay i'll find it. Or run into a cute girl. That sounds nice. But right now we're not thinking about that were thinking about how I'm gonna find my class. I look up from my schedule and see maps of the building. SCORE!! I rush over and grab one. Room 304 is on the second floor. What level am I on now? I'm gonna say the first one. I look back down at the chart."Stairwell C", I mutter to myself aloud. I walk around the halls for about ten minutes before realizing I walked past stairwell C about 100 times. Uhhh!! I throw my papers down in frustration. I calm myself, pick my papers back, and make my way up the stairs. I finally find my classroom. I wonder in and proceed my way to the rear as a typical new kid would do. I sit in the last desk available before realizing I'm right behind a girl she has some long as hair.

I reach over and tap her shoulder. She turns and I wave. The teacher starts teaching acting if I wasn't new here. "Hey, what class do you have next?" She asks me. "Oh, I have um", I dig around my stuff for my stuff for my schedule, "I have art class." "Omg same. I'll show you where the art room is," She says, before turning around.

Damn she cute. Her hair was down and it was down and shiny. I wanted to touch it but I thought that would be weird so I kept to myself. I wasn't paying attention to what the teacher was saying because the girl in front of me was cute.

After class I waited for her in the hall. "Oh um hey," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Hey," she smiled widely. She had light brown freckles scattered all over her nose cheeks and eyes. Her eyes were a bluish hazel color and She also light blue braces.

"My name is Max."

"My name is Lexi."

"Cool."

She smiles again. Damn I think I'm already falling for this girl. We walk to art in pretty much silence . Max was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a cropped gray hoodie and black boots. She was also wearing a black beanie.

"Hey um Max."

"Yeah."

"What do like?" I ask trying to make small talk.

It fucking worked. She was telling everything. Her ex boyfriends, best friends, her dog. I gave her a wide smile. I was appreciative. She was sharing valuable information about herself to a new girl. Not just any new girl, the black, lesbian new girl.

Today was Friday. I know, I know I tried to convince my dad to let me stay home and started on Monday. But he was persistent. I finally gained the courage to ask.

"Hey Max, do you wanna hang out tonight?"

She looked at me and stopped what she was saying,"Sure why not."

My cheeks heated quickly and I looked away from her. Damn tonight was gonna be fun.