"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Jane hissed.
No way she had actually been so stupid. If Ava read that... well, she wasn't dumb. On the contrary, she was one of the top of their class. She would know what it meant. Jane wracked her brains trying to remember what she'd written.
'Wasn't your stereotypical, helpless, beautiful fairytale heroine'?
'Was most definitely not waiting for her prince'?
'Was waiting for her princess'?
Oh my god, Jane thought, pressing her fingers into her temples. She was doomed.
While Jane didn't particularly care if anyone else knew she was gay, or even, for that matter, if the school knew she was gay. What she cared about was Ava. It would kill her if Ava began to intentionally avoid her, like the straight girls so often did to the few other lesbians. Though to be fair. she and Ava hadn't ever really talked in the first place. And yet, Jane reflected, pacing her room, that was different that obvious dislike or discomfort. Ava had never purposefully excluded Jane from anything. They just had never been close. Obviously, Ava was ok with her, judging on how kind she had been in the hallway.
Jane facepalmed. She had almost entirely forgotten about the problem at hand. Suddenly, she had an idea. Grabbing the scrap of paper that had Ava's locker number and code on it, she bolted for the door. Maybe, if she got there quick enough, she could grab it out. It would be like nothing had ever happened.
Alas, that had been wishful thinking. As Jane wrenched Ava's locker door open, she found nothing but a few books, the wallpaper, and the little shelf. She sighed, gently shutting the door and resting her head on the metal. "Stupid," she berated herself, "You are such an idiot." She was so absorbed in her thought she didn't notice the footsteps growing closer, until-
"I wouldn't say that."