Page 103 of Pride High 3: Yellow
“Yeah. I guess so.”
They considered the possibility in silence. At least, that’s what she was thinking about.
“Do you have any more?” Omar asked suddenly.
“What?”
“Weed. I’ve never tried it.”
Silvia laughed. “I don’t. Sorry. And I don’t know where Keisha got it.”
“Are you going to smoke it again sometime?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Maybe during the summer, when I don’t have to worry about school. We could try it together.”
“That would be rad. Of course I might be in summer school by then.” He grimaced. “Would you still love me if I got held back?”
“Omar! How bad are your grades?”
He shrugged sheepishly. “I’m a little worried. Or more like, a lot worried.”
“Then you better start studying instead of thinking about getting high with your girlfriend. Actually, make that your motivation. If you pass sophomore year, we’ll get stoned together as your reward.”
“Deal,” he said, perking up. “As long as we don’t have to do it with Keisha. I can’t decide if she hates me or not, but there’s definitely some bad blood there. I probably put glue in her hair when we were kids or something.”
“It’s not that,” Silvia said.
“What is it then?”
Oh. She was already regretting the promise of transparency. Then again, if she did move away, Omar would probably find out the truth sooner or later. She would rather it happen now, so she could explain herself. Maybe it would help if she eased into it—testing the waters while out on the water.
“Keisha likes me.”
“Yeah, so?” Omar said. Then his eyebrows shot up. “Oh, shelikesyou.”
“Yes.” Silvia replied tersely.
She knew that Omar was cool with gay guys, since there was no shortage of them in his social circles. But they hadn’t really talked about lesbians before. She watched as Omar replayed events from a new perspective.
“So what exactly?” he asked. “She was only acting mean because she’s jealous of me?”
“That’s part of the story,” Silvia said. “But not the whole truth. I liked her back.”
Omar shook his head in confusion. “In the same way?”
Silvia swallowed and nodded.
“But you still like guys, right?”
“Obviously!” she said with a nervous laugh. “I’m not faking it! I’m bisexual.”
“Holy shit… Are you serious?” Omar grinned suddenly. “Because that is insanely hot!”
He might not think so when finding out the rest. “It was confusing, actually. I didn’t know when we first met. Or even once Anthony came out.”
Omar’s grin faltered. “Wait, I thought this was a freshman year thing, or maybe junior high. When did you start liking Keisha?”
Silvia licked dry lips. “Around Christmas time.”
