The Witty Runaway
I was never Miss Popular, but I wasn't unpopular either.
I mean, I had a small group of friends.
There was Jace, Carly, Sawyer, and Eden.
We were all perfect for one another, because we were all awkward.
I mean most of the time the football players pulled me away from them though.
Easton, the head quarterback, was my "boyfriend".
See, I'm a lesbian and Easton is gay, but we're not out of the dresser.
Sorry, but I hate how people use closet.
I mean, dressers hold clothing to, ya know?
Anyways, everyone thinks we're dating, and we let them so they won't know the real us.
Easton and I know each other secret, but no one else.
So, instead of going on "dates", Easton and I go to gay bars.
We don't think anyone would find out, but we still go to ones outside of town.
I mean, we're both in high school still, but they let us in anyways.
We're both 17, so we both have our license, but my mom finds it more tradtional if he picks me up.
Our parents don't even know, it's just us and our gay friends.
"Lana!" I heard, Easton yell, in a sing-song way.
"Yes,babe?" I said, closing my locker, and turning to face him and his friends.
He leaned in pecked my lips for show.
"What a pleasant surprise." I smiled, and waved to the guys.
"Lana, are you and Easton coming to the party tonight?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah, are you?" Joey, Chandler, and Riley joined in.
"Mmm," I hummed, "How's that sound, babe?"
Easton gave me a pouty face, "But I thought we could have a night in.."
I laughed, "Anything for my boy. Sorry, guys." I said turning to them.
Easton slipped his arm around my waist, "Yeah, sorry guys."
He winked at them, and I slapped him, playfully.
We both turned around and headed out to our cars in the parking lot.
"Way to put on a show." He whispered into my ear.
"You too." I laughed and held his hand.
"Your house at 8 o'clock?" he asked.
"Of course." I said giving him a peck on the lips before getting my car.
Just in case the guys were still looking.