It’s unfair as hell, and it’s always the same old thing. If you’re single and femme, you’re either a Barbie, an evil man-hating feminist, or a...potential conquest. If you’re too girly, you’re a know-nothing flake, if you’re too butch, you’re a dyke with an axe to grind.’ She fidgeted a bit, realizing what she’d said. ‘I’m sorry, Neda. You know what I mean…I’m not talking about being a lesbian, I’m talking about the boys upstairs…’ Neda let her off the hook, truthfully, she hadn’t taken offense. I saw the boys in the hall as I went to classes the next couple of days. They looked angry, and one of them shook his fist at me. I only have PE twice a week, so it was a while before I had to go again. When I got to class the next time, I made sure I was early and not late. It didn't matter. After Ms. Driscoll got class started she had all of us run a couple of laps, then she split us into teams for soccer and volleyball. I thought I was safe, but then she called me over and told me that. We went out to a restaurant and we ate, we couldn’t move our eyes from each other and started holding hands. We had our dinner and were moving towards our rooms when I asked would u like to may be having some tea to which she readily agreed. While drinking tea I moved closer to her and hugged her by her waist she rested her head on my shoulder and kissed on my cheek. I put my cup aside turned towards her and kissed her on her lips and this kiss felt like an eternity.We didn’t separate from each. Maybe his true nature was showing through. Maybe the wooing was over. The text had been short and vague, with no pleasantries at all. It was so unlike him. It read, “meet me at the following address... ,” and it proceeded to give a street address. Finally, the text said that you were expected. What the fuck does that mean?Once you put it in the GPS, you could tell it was near downtown, but you had never heard of the street. The whole time you are driving, you are wondering why you are even.