All About the Girls: Lux
By Kaden Shay
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Life is full of twists, turns and changes. The choices we make can dramatically alter the path we walk, and the people who walk it with us. This series follows seven women, all lesbians as well as friends, as their lives climb, spiral, and swerve. Sometimes even falling apart around them. At the end, will they all remain friends or will their choices take them down such different roads they lose each other?
Lux has been on a downward spiral in her personal life for several years, not that she’s recognized her behavior as such. Her developing feelings for a member of her circle of friends has the ability to send her into a panic, rushing into the arms of whoever happens to be available. Can she accept the rapidly deepening emotions before they tear her apart? Does she have what it takes to commit? Will her behavior as she comes to terms with it all cause a fracture in the friendships she’s always known?
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All About the Girls - Kaden Shay
All About the Girls
Lux
Kaden Shay
Smashwords Edition
Supposed Crimes LLC, Matthews, North Carolina
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Copyright 2016 Kaden Shay
Published in the United States
ISBN: 978-1-938108-92-1
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Prologue
Where do I even begin trying to describe my friends? How does one pick a single point which might possibly give even the smallest idea of what these bitches are really like? Don’t get me wrong, I adore them all, each and every one of them, but they drive me crazy sometimes. I’ve known a couple of them for most of my life. The rest kind of filtered in over the years in one way or another and hung around, got attached to the group, and never left.
We’re a weird mix and always end up with some very strange looks whenever we’re out together, simply because we don’t look like we should be friends. I’ve found the mix leads to some wonderful interactions. I guess maybe the best way to go about this is mostly chronological, so we’ll start with my best friend, the girl who has been by my side my entire life.
Angel and I have been best friends since birth, well okay, maybe that’s a little bit of a stretch. Her family moved into the house next door to mine when we were four. It was an older neighborhood then, mostly elderly retired couples so we were the only kids in the neighborhood regularly. It made us friends by default. It actually worked out and we clicked and became inseparable by the time school started.
When the other kids in our kindergarten class were being weird and trying to make friends, we had each other. My dad used to say we were connected at the hip, I guess in a way we still are, even though a lot has changed in the years we’ve been friends. I’ll get into that later because it’s a long, detailed and slightly sordid story which needs more time than I’m willing to put in right this second.
Angel was always the cute kid, you know the one all the parents loved. The boys pulled her pigtails because they had crushes on her. The girls wished they could be her. This got worse when we hit seventh grade and puberty hit because it hit Angel full on and damn did it do a good job. I mean a really, really good job.
She was always the tallest in the group even before she hit her current five-foot-eleven inches. The height gives her legs most girls would die for. Even at one hundred and sixty-five pounds, not that she would ever admit she is such a weight, her height means she carries it perfectly and I will personally give two hundred dollars to anyone who can find extra fat anywhere on the girls’ body. If nothing else, looking for it would be a hell of a lot of fun, but we’ve looked, believe me, it’s not there.
To top it off, she has perfect skin with a perfect tan, perfect waistline, perfect teeth, silky blonde hair almost to her waist, and stunning blue eyes. Okay, okay, maybe I’m a little partial, she is my best friend. It doesn’t make those things any less true. Or any less appealing. Unfortunately for the guys out there who are constantly staring at her, she and I came out of the closet at twelve.
That’s a whole different story though, and I’ll make sure I get into it later on at some point or another, hopefully, maybe, it’s possible. Anyway, that’s Angel in a nutshell physically, as for her style, well, imagine a typical popular girl in fitted jeans, adorable tops, and expensive shoes and that’s Angel. Sometimes I look at her and ask if she’s sure she’s gay, just to be certain, she always laughs and says she is and to stop being an ass.
Next on the list is Jamie. James
we call her and she joined our little posse when it was only Angel and I back around the fourth grade. She was a riot even then with her goofball ways and unending antics, a class-clown if there ever was one and always able to make everyone laugh. She’s a little spacey sometimes, more ADHD than anything else. It makes hanging out with her hilarious since she’s never on one subject for more than a few minutes.
She’s the shortest member of the group at only five-foot-two inches but she has a personality big enough for us all. With a joke for almost everything and a one line zinger where she lacks jokes, the group really wouldn’t be the same without her. She also happens to be loyal to a fault and one of the best friends a girl could ask for. Always around to pick me up and make me smile when the world knocks me down.
She’s the dude of the group and don’t even give me a look, she’s the first to admit it and she damn well likes it that way. Dark brown hair always in a faux-hawk and forever perfectly styled, typically with a bleach-blonde streak in the front to the left side. The streak and a single piercing in her left eyebrow are her form of rebellion. As well as perpetually dressing like a high school boy. Baggy jeans and either a polo or jersey are her uniform of choice, typically finished off with boots of some kind.
Her deep brown eyes always seem to twinkle with a hint of mischief the rest of us can’t seem to keep up with. She’s damn cute and she knows it, uses it to her advantage and is almost as bad as I am, almost, but not quite. Occasionally she’ll settle down into something like a relationship, but those are rare and typically don’t last long, a few weeks, sometimes four or five months.
The next to join our little group, which really isn’t very little anymore but it’s small enough for us, was Rascal. No, it isn’t her real name but she’s the youngest of the group, a year younger than the rest of us. Not to mention the fact she’s forever in some kind of trouble and can’t seem to stay the hell out of it to save her life. Her name is actually Rebecca and she joined the group when we were in sixth grade.
She was the little geek that skipped a grade and ended up in middle school with the rest of us. She’s fairly average at five foot five inches with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes but she’s a riot with her pain-in-the-ass ways. Forever in and out of juvie in our early years, the only thing that allowed Rascal to even graduate with the rest of us was the fact she was damn smart and always able to test circles around the rest of us.
Damn genius IQ of hers, it’s all at once sexy as hell and irritating as all fuck. We deal with it since she was always willing to help us with homework when we needed it. She’s a bit of a tomboy, not nearly as bad as James of course, but rarely seen in anything other than jeans and a tank top. If it’s cold she’ll add on a hoodie of some kind, but that’s about as far as it goes.
She always finishes the look off with a pair of skater shoes. She’s best known for her escapades in shoplifting and minor assault, though she stopped getting into as many fights once she hit eighteen and it became a serious offense. The rest of us have always sort of rolled with it since she’s never turned those fists of fury on us, so we tend to sit back and watch the show when she puts it on.
Next on the list in the fun parade is Zara. She’s like a group of her own within our larger group of friends and doesn’t she know it. She joined the group in seventh grade and even then she was absolutely stunning, Jamaican on her fathers’ side and Vietnamese on her mothers. She sports a perfect complexion we all hate her for, except Angel, who has skin just as nice, both of them without even trying, the bitches.
Her skin is the color of a smooth caramel mocha and her eyes are so dark they’re almost as black as her hair, which, by the way, is perfect too. Yeah, I know, I want to slap her for it half the time. I refrain because even though she’s gorgeous at five-foot-seven and a size five, she’s the sweetest person anyone could ever meet. She’s our good egg, the one that’s never been in trouble and always tries to see the good in everyone, even when the rest of us swear there’s no good to be had.
She and her girl Dani and the only ones who have been in any kind of decent steady relationship over the past few years. We give them a hard time about it but we love them both and would feel like something was missing if they ever broke up. She’s our fashionista and will eagerly tell the majority of us what exactly we are doing wrong in our wardrobes. Rascal, James and I more than the others. She’s also our conscience, our sounding board.
Zara is always willing to tell us when we’re being ridiculous or talk us down from whatever craziness we’re thinking about getting into. She spends a lot of time telling us to calm down and see things from each other’s perspective. She’s managed to diffuse quite a few spats within the group which, without her, would have been total blowouts and probably ended friendships.
We might as well follow Zara with her girlfriend, Danielle, who graced the group with her presence the same year as Zara, right after we came back to school from Christmas break. The two couldn’t be more different, it begins with the physical and goes from there. Where Zara and dark and exotic, Dani is a pale Irish girl, white as can be, almost unruly red hair and green eyes. She has the perfect amount of freckles across her nose and cheeks to make her cute rather than gorgeous.
She’s a sweet girl in her own right, at least when dealing with Zara, otherwise she’s a bit rough around the edges. She’s snarky, sarcastic and has an insult for everything. We love her for it though since she rarely turns it on us and she’s normally right on. Zara attempts to keep her from going off the deep end but, hey, she can only keep the girl from her sarcasm for so long.
We think she’s damn hilarious but Zara tries to keep her from ‘embarrassing us’. If only she knew we’re already thinking everything Dani says anyway. She’s only half an inch shorter than Zara and roughly the same weight though a little less curvy than her girlfriend. They make a rather odd pair.
They’re cute as hell. Which, if I’m being completely honest, makes me want to puke half the time. Anyway, whatever, not talking about my hang-ups here, we’re getting to know the group so we’ll wrap this one up and move on. Dani is around a lot and we’re fine with that, they were both part of the crowd before they started dating and we support them completely, even when we’re giving them crap.
We’ll move right along to Courtney, or Court
, the only member of the group I haven’t fallen into bed with at some point or another. She’s our resident virgin, yep, group virgin. Not that I haven’t tried valiantly over the last few years. She’s waiting until she’s married. Yeah, good luck with that girl, let me know when it happens. She’s an adorable blonde with slightly longer-than shoulder length hair and hazel eyes. She looks like your typical sorority sister.
She’s five-foot-eight, slim built with curves and muscles in all the right places, not that I’ve looked or anything, well maybe just a little. Whatever. She’s a cheerleader, shocking in this group I know, but it’s true and she’s damn good. She’s also a gymnast and a dancer, something we’re made painfully aware of whenever we go to the club and she dances circles around us all.
She’s actually fairly shy, painfully so most of the time. She only ended up in the group when she transferred to our school in eighth grade and I developed a massive crush on her. She didn’t know anyone and so we invited her to sit with