Miss Not so Typical: Consider me Humored (GL)
Ginny Green, an aromantic nerd, accidentally slept with the infamous campus Princess, Persephone Campbell, but she can't remember. ** Ginny Green is an aromantic nerd who only believes that love only exists in movies and novels, but still wishes to find that special someone even though she's thinking that it's impossible. After she got drunk at a party, she found herself tangled in bed with the infamous campus Princess, Persephone Campbell. Persephone Campbell is an extremely attractive, charismatic, misjudged individual due to her wealthy background. Deemed by the people as coldhearted and a snob, but she's totally the opposite. She fell in love with Ginny after their faithful night together and would love to start a relationship with her. But there is a problem, Ginny is aromantic and doesn't want to be in a relationship with anyone. Now, Persephone is on a mission to make the aromantic nerd fall in love with her. ** "You're not going to run away and walk out of this room and pretend that this didn't happen, are you?" In every accidental one-night stand, of course, that thought is not an option anymore. Embrace each other at night like long-time lovers, and in the morning, shrug off every memory like it never happened. That's always been the case. And of course, that was Ginny's initial plan after assessing the situation. But looking at Persephone's threatening, yet smiling face, she knows well how screwed up she was. Let's just laugh first. "N-no, I wasn't thinking of that at all." "Good." Persephone smiled, satisfied with her answer. She gingerly moves closer to Ginny, wrapping both of her arms around her waist. Ginny can't seem to utter a single word. Seeing a naked Persephone in front of her was... was... was - she doesn't even have any words to describe it. ** OTHER STORIES: Too Gay for You: You Give me Heart Eyes (GL) Join the discord: https://discord.gg/mCBYVgW8MH
Chapter 44
Persephone had never experienced rejection before. It had always been the other way around—she was the one doing the rejecting. The unfamiliar sting of waiting, of hoping for a response from a certain someone, but never came, hurt her pride.
Yvannah, ever the sharp observer, had teasingly commented that she looked like a dejected puppy, sulking over a misplaced toy.
This wasn't a feeling Persephone was accustomed to—being ignored, rejected, or whatever this was. It hurt her confidence in ways she didn't want to admit. And it certainly didn't help that whispers around campus painted an embarrassing picture of her "pining" for the school nerd, fueling the gossip mill with stories of the untouchable Head Girl finally meeting her match.
Persephone wasn't just frustrated; she was bewildered. It was a new kind of vulnerability, one she didn't know how to navigate. And worse yet, she wasn't entirely sure if she hated it or secretly craved it.