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“My name is Bette Porter…and this is my story” chpt 3 of 5
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“I have Science after this. What about you?” Thank god. I can breath.
“I have English after this.” And what the funny thing is…so does Tina. We have the same exact schedule as I mentioned before. I’m thrilled. Maybe I’ll give it a shot next class, hopefully if she wants to talk to me. As I was daydreaming with watching the beauty before me, I saw her raise her hand. The teacher asked her what it was that she wanted. And she responded that she had to use the restroom. A light buld flashed before me. Just then-I raised my hand. And I asked could I use the bathroom too. He said it was okay, and boy I ran, like lightening. Before you know it-I was approaching the woman’s lavatory. I entered pushing the heavy door. As I was passing the stalls I looked underneath for her pink shoes. Just then-a door opened and she appeared through it. I jumped back and hurried over to the sink. I was acting like I was washing my hands, but I was eyeballing her the whole time as she fixed her blouse. She wouldn’t have known. Therefore, after she was done adjusting her clothing-she then walked over to the sink. She lathered a good amount of soap and cut the water on. When she looked up she noticed me. She smiled and looked around.
“Oh…” She looked around again. “Hello…”
“Hey…” I cut the water off and grabbed some fresh towels.
“I’m Tina…” She smiled and approached me. I’m happy that she introduced herself, because I was already making an ass out of myself. It’s about time she said something besides stared.
“I’m Bette. Bette Porter.” She blinked her eyes at me. She then gazed down at the floor before looking back at me. When she did her eyes widened like she had something on her mind. I felt the connection as I began picking and pulling things apart in that brain of hers.
“Bette Porter…” She leaned up against the sink. She continues to stare as though she’s trying to figure out where she’s heard that name before. “I’m sorry…” She chuckled. “I don’t mean to stare, but, I have a feeling that I know you from somewhere.”
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I am enjoying this story. Please post soon.
Looks like someone is getting some dessert later. lol
Wonderful. I knew you wouldn’t disappointment. I’m with lamentamini. It does look like something’s about to happen next chapter…will it? I sure hope you have something good instored. Surprise me. I’m waiting. You have two more to go. You’re doing fantastic. Please continue…Later
wow loving this story its so different its usaullu always the issue of being gay not race intresting read post soon
How come Tina didn’t recognise Bette in the first place if she’s so special in her heart?
I love this story. These two are so into each other that they do not see the world around. That is the way it should be in any time period. A person should be able to love whom ever they want. Please post soon.
This is awesome and wondferful and let see what’s next, thanks!
U need to continu :)
Any chapter 4 and 5 to this storyline? I can’t find it.
great great great! I love it!
Lovely story, keep on writing.
This is really good! It started off heavy and now it is lightening up a bit…but it’s still deep. Thanks for having the courage to write it with the many critics on this board. GREAT work!!