Spencer watched Madison’s facial expression and lips as the girl went into detail about the first couple experiences she had found herself watching other girls. The girl’s face was serious, her eyes held the slight glossiness of memories. Spencer knew what this was like. The Latina’s eyes splayed small movies to her. They brought her into the memories right next to the Latina. Spencer was now traveling into the inside depths of the girl that she had never known existed.

As more was told, Madison began to tell Spencer more and more things. She told her how she had dated her brother a year after she left, but had to break up with him because the feeling of being with another girl was overcoming her system. Even though she had never been with another girl physically, she still felt the urge to switch teams. She told Spencer had she had gotten into a passionate friendship with Kyla a couple years ago, but it had been too confusing to her.

Spencer watched all the scenes pass over Madison’s eyes and facial expression. She watched how ever five seconds Madison’s pink tongue would dip out of her mouth to lick her glossy lips. Spencer didn’t try to type everything that the girl was saying up, because in all honesty she just wanted to listen to what she had to say.

“…so, I think that I am gay. I thought what better place to go to seek (air quotes) ‘help’ was the homo-center itself. You know?” Madison said ending her story. She relaxed back into the chair.

Spencer sat up straight and took her legs down from the top of her glass covered desk. She slipped back on her shoes and smiled at the Latina. “Yes, Madison, what better of a place than the gay center.”

“I came here yesterday asking around and they told me to try out the counseling. So, that’s why I am here.” Madison continued her explanation. The teenage cheerbitch the blond had formerly known was now someone completely different. Like all her other friends, the girl was more mature and established. She was more experienced with the world. She’s not really a bitch either, Spencer thought.

There was a soft buzzing coming from the phone in front of Spencer. She pressed the flashing red button and Apple’s voice rang out loud. “Excuse me Ms. Carlin, but you have your eleven o’clock Art class in fifteen.”