My Cardboard Balcony

I Rented by Belinda Roddie I rented out a room to a sweet girl who I fucked three months later on a whim, the experience like a whole new world, a joyride that I could take for a spin. She made me coffee after we'd indulge in some fun in the morning. Soft, warm breasts were what she offered me, while I lay cold in her arms, air constricted in my chest. She planned to move out in another year: "To San Francisco!" she would always say. But I was used to her just being here, and somehow, I just wanted her to stay. It was just lust, not love, and it would cease; my heart and body were simply on lease.

It took Sheldon quite a while to recover and get his breath back after I had sucker punched him in the gut. Once we were done talking to the principal, I knew he'd never bother me again. I had been able to handle him calling me a "dyke" rapid fire like a homophobic machine gun, but insulting my crush just was too much for me. Besides, she asked me out on a date afterward, so yeah, that rocked.