The Edge Of Us (Freenbecky )

Freen sat across from Heidi. They were in math class, but there was a substitute and nobody was actually doing the left behind assignment.

Heidi was trying to get Freen to focus and do her work anyways, however, because math happened to be Heidi's favorite subject next to chemistry, and of course being assigned eighty pre-cal problems wasn't an inconvenience to her in any way.

Freen was having an extremely difficult time concentrating, not only because she hated math and had no real intentions on completing the work, but also because Becky was sitting only a few feet over, and as usual, she looked insanely hot.

Heidi had her back to Becky, so she could not see her, but Freen had a perfect view, and glanced over every chance she got to look up from the pre-calculus textbook.

Becky was wearing a red and blue flannel dress that somehow brought out the black in her eyes. Freen couldn't be sure, but it seemed that every time she glanced back over to her, another button would be opened, revealing even more amazing cleavage.

She wasn't sure she was going to be able to make it through the day without touching her. She'd gotten used to being with her almost every day, often more than once a day, and she was beginning to think she'd become addicted.

Not addicted to sex so much, but addicted to her. Her being Becky. That was mind-blowing. She definitely wouldn't have thought had she been asked six months ago, that she would be going behind her perfect girlfriend's back to be with Rebecca Patricia Armstrong , the high school bitch.

Freen definitely wouldn't have thought that her time with Becky would be her favorite part of the day, that she would be counting down the time until she got to be alone with her again.

But life was full of surprises she supposed, and it definitely wasn't surprising to think she'd want to have sex with Becky. That was the dream of roughly half of Bangkok High's male (and female) population, maybe more.

"Freen?" Heidi said.

"What's the value of V?"

"Oh, uh... I got three plus or minus i times the square root of thirty-seven." Freen replied, snapping out of her Becky-induced trance back into the real world: calculus.

"What? No. Freen, how did you get that? That's not even close." Heidi said, sighing.

"Oh. Well, maybe we should take a break, Heidi. You know we don't even need to do this, look around, no one else is." Freen said, doing just that with a frown.

"You've gotten almost every single problem wrong on your first try. If I let you quit now, you're going to fail the quiz on Monday." Heidi argued. Both heard a loud snorting sound, and looked in Becky's direction.

Becky was looking down intently at the book she was reading, sitting alone, and silently denying having just made the noise.

Freen knew she was eavesdropping on their conversation. She often did, and then later picked Heidi apart when they were alone.

Freen kind of wished she wouldn't. Everything she said made Freen much more aware of Heidi's hangups which made it much harder to be in a room with her on occasions such as this.

What other seventeen-year-old girl would be forcing her girlfriend to do math problems when there was an inattentive sub when they could probably sneak up to the roof for a PDA session before the next class?

Freen sighed and picked up her pencil again, trying to rework the problem while Heidi explained each step out loud to her.

She looked back over at Becky again. She was positive this time that she was purposefully unbuttoning her dress, and it was now ridiculously low. She had pushed her skirt up very high as well, and had her hand placed suggestively on her upper thigh.