Uncommon Misconceptions

Author: Aftertaste of a Razorblade

WARNING: Yuri, femmeslash, lesbiansHowever you say it, it means two girls. Together. Romantically. Homophobes need to fuck off.

      Chapter 1: Two Worlds Divided

      This is it, Scarlett thought. This is the end. I'm officially giving up on men! I'm going to break up with Cliff today, and then I'm never laying eyes on another male again..

      "Cliff," she said out loud, pausing by her boyfriend's locker. "Cliff, we need to talk."

      "Sure, babe. What about?" He smiled. His smile made Scarlett's knees weak…

      No! she told herself. I have to be strong. I know what he did, and I can't let him get away with it.

      "It's over," Scarlett said flatly. "I'm sorry, Cliff, but you disgust me." Only partially untrue. "I never want to see you again. It's over, Cliff."

      Cliff coughed. "What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded.

      "I'm dumping you," Scarlett said.

      Cliff stared. This wasn't going to be good for his reputation at all. Football players didn't get dumped—they did the dumping. The way Cliff saw it, he had to act fast.

      "Hang on, babe," he told Scarlett. "You're not dumping me." He sighed. "I'm dumping you."

      Scarlett snorted. "If that's the case, fine! At least I've gotten rid of you! It doesn't matter to me as long as we're not together anymore."

      "PMS came early this month, huh?" Cliff snickered.

      "No! I just happen to know that you fucked Kayla Thompson."

      "Yeah. I did. Do you have a problem with that? I mean, we're broken up now anyway." Cliff slammed his locker shut and waited for Scarlett to move out of his way.

      "But  we weren't broken up when you had sex with her, were we?" Scarlett sniffed. "That's why I'm going lesbian. Guys are dogs." She turned on her heel and walked off.

      "I'm so goddamn sick of people making Harry Potter jokes about my name or asking me if I was named after them," Hermione said. "I try to tell people I was named after a Shakespearean character, but do they listen? No. I try to explain that I'm sixteen, therefore I was born before the Harry Potter books were published, but do they have any basic understanding of timelines? No."

      "Cool down, Hermie," James said, bending down to her bottom locker. "At least you're not stuck with a guy's name. People are always asking me if I'm a 'dyke.' I told them dykes don't usually have boyfriends. But you know what they say then?"

      Hermione shook her head, waiting for James to gather her books. "No. What do they say?"

      James grinned. "They say that Luke could be a girl for all they know, 'cause he looks enough like one."

      "Then what do you say?" Hermione asked.

      "I tell 'em he might look like a girl, but I happen to know for a fact that he's not, 'cause I've sucked his cock."

      Hermione giggled. "Then what?"

      "They're usually too shocked to hear I've got a sex life to say anything at all," James said, standing up and shutting her locker. Or trying to, anyway. "Damn. I think I jammed it. Oh well. Nothing important in there now."

      Hermione smiled, then lowered her voice. "Hey, James…speaking of dykes…you haven't told anybody, have you?"

      "Of course not, Hermione," James said. "You know I'd never do that to you."

      "Thanks."

      "No prob. But let's get to class before we're late."

      Hermione made a face. "Shit. I've got English."

      "Lucky. That's your best subject. I've got Algebra," James replied.

      "I'm sorry," said Hermione. "Algrebra sucks! But at least you're not stuck in there with a bunch of stupid preps."

      "I guess," said James. "I'll see ya later."

      Hermione nodded. "See ya!" She waved goodbye to her friend, groaning inside. She didn't want to have to go to English and sit next to that bitch Scarlett.