Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Lady ❯ Vol Eleven, Chapter Sixty-Five: Star Girl ( Chapter 65 )

Star Girl

Shasha has never been in a situation like this before. She never thought of herself as the prettiest girl in the room. The girl never had that much luck with boys, let alone girls. Her three older male friends didn't count. (Besides, they were lusting after her mother now.) So, you could imagine how… rather unique this situation was.

How do you turn down another girl without being an asshole? It had became too clear to her that Carla was all too fond of her. At first, the Russian girl tried to ignore it. Maybe she was imagining it? If only it was that easy.

Shasha woke up to her phone buzzing by her bed. She mumbled to herself as she reached for it. Who was trying to call her this early in the morning? The girl slowly opened her eyes and looked at the screen. At first, Shasha looked confused.

“Huh?” she asked. There was a new text from Carla. What was she doing messaging her? Against her better judgement, Shasha tapped her screen. That was enough to wake her up. She did not expect to wake up to pair of boobs on her screen. Shasha's eyes widened as her stomach dropped.

“Oh…” she said.

It was then she realized that she had to speak up and say something. Shasha took a breath and started typing.

“Listen, we need to talk.” She thought about deleting the message and started, but then she paused. After a few minutes, Shasha hit send and sighed. She rubbed her forehead and laid back down on her bed.

“Oh boy…” she said.

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Shasha doesn't know what to do. Her mother wouldn't be any help in this mess that she didn't know that she walked into. Kirsa would smirk when she would talk about her little “friend.”

“What's so funny?” her daughter asked three mornings ago. Kirsa smirked as she tried not to laugh.

“You haven't noticed?” she asked. Shasha shook her head with a bemused look on her face.

“Noticed what? Am I missing something here?” she asked. Kirsa just made a little funny pouty face at her. Should she say something? It almost didn't feel right. Almost…

“Your friend might be a bit too friendly with you,” the older woman said. Shasha was about to ask what she meant when it slowly started to come together. She slowly shook her head.

“No…” she said. Kirsa raised her eyebrow.

“You sure about that?” she asked. Shasha's eyes shifted back and forth as the question just hung there in the air. It didn't help that Kirsa kept staring at her. The poor girl jumped to her feet.

“I have to get to work!” she blurted out. Shasha turned and ran out the door.

“Have fun with your girlfriend!” Kirsa shouted after her. That was enough to send her daughter running straight out the door.

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So here was Shasha in the middle of her unique circumstances without a way out. Maybe it wasn't too late to stop it before it got out of hand. All Shasha had to do was talk to Carla and let her done gently. They could still be friends, right? Best to get this over with before they had a mess on their hands. Shasha slowed down as she felt her stomach turn.

She didn't have a good feeling about this.

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