I had always considered myself straight. I was never what you'd calla "babe magnet" and I was never real good at picking up women, but I wouldn't say ... was sexually deprived either. Through several one night stands and a few semi-long term girlfriends, I'd say I probably had at least as much sex as the average single male my age.To make a long story short, I started wondering what it would be like to have sex with a guy. I wasn't attracted to any particular guys, but the idea of gay sex was. So why did he react like that? Why was she always forefront in his mind? * Somehow Belle had been invited to the ball that the Caervon’s had decided to host. Though it wasn’t so much ‘somehow’ as because of Arielle. Belle sighed. She hadn’t really wanted to come, but Arielle seemed so enthusiastic that Belle hadn’t had the nerve to put her foot down. Now she stood slightly behind a vase of flowers, holding her punch and watching the dancers. She had borrowed a dress from Arielle, but it was. In the class change from homeroom to our 2nd-bell “class,” Study Hall, we ran into Shameka and Katie, who were walking the opposite direction in the hall with an older boy. The two of them and the two of us said “hi” and “see ya at practice” to the others and continued to classes.Shameka and Katie and the other seniors beat us to practice. When the five of us arrived from our last-bell history class, one of only two classes that we all shared, Shameka called us over to stretch with them.“Beth,. You know. Not something I could see, but ... she didn't seem as happy as I remembered her. Maybe it was just the hassle and all the hard work. She did tell me she was working harder than she ever imagined she could. She looked great, Tory. She looked fabulous, to tell the truth." I'm glad. I hope she's happy. I'd hate to think she went through all that and not be satisfied," I said."She hasn't called you at all?" Nope. Not a word. No cards, even. I guess I'm yesterday's news." Why wouldn't she.