Previously:

Bette reached for Tina’s milky white hand and gave it a light squeeze, never relocating her wide orbs.

“How about I introduce you to some friends in the meantime?” She offered, tugging Tina towards an ajar door that opened onto the athletics field where she knew she’d find Dana, Shane and Alice sat in the bleachers.

While her anger from before had dispelled upon meeting Tina, Bette still couldn’t help but wonder what her friends would say or think when they were introduced.

Chapter 3:

Tina obliged happily, allowing her newest friend to drag her gently to the nearby door. Time seemed to inexplicably slow for an instance as Bette threw her long curls to one side and shot back an incredible smile. Tina somehow remained standing but she doubted her composure could handle another of Bette’s grins.

“Um, actually Bette.. I don’t think they’ll want..” She started, imagining herself stood before Bette’s friends being sized up. They’d obviously be able to decipher Tina’s over-friendly attitude towards Bette. With a jolt, she thought suddenly of how she’d feel if Bette introduced a boyfriend. Her insides had contracted quickly and a wave of nausea vetoed any efforts of continued speech.

Meanwhile Bette was watching Tina’s face apprehensively. Just as Tina had stopped talking the little colour in the blonde’s ashen face had dropped out of sight. Having become so quickly attached to the girl before her, Bette wasted no time in rushing forward to support her in any way required.

“Tina?” She asked, brazenly placing her arms around her, keeping a slight distance between their bodies that allowed Bette’s eyes clear passage to Tina’s face.

Bette both felt and saw Tina’s immediate reaction to their connection and it clearly mirrored her own internal proceedings. They had both simultaneously registered the placement of Bette’s hands and both leant subconsciously toward the other warm body.

Any previous intelligible thought was wiped away, accompanying Bette’s concern and Tina’s worries. There was a single mutual essence between them now and it was neither thought nor feeling; it was instinct. Such an overpowering instinct to capture lips reached them both with crushing force, yet the two bodies were rendered paralysed in the empty corridor.

As Bette’s mind kicked back into gear, she noted the comfort in the close proximity and let her lips gradually move toward their desired destination. In the split instant before mouths met, a bell ripped through the halls and as if from nowhere hordes of students began piling their way.