Opposites Attract

Charlotte hammers the door, pissed. Scarlett shows up late and says cheer practice ran over. Charlotte stares her down—she waited almost an hour. No sorry. Just that. Books hit the table anyway, but Charlotte's tongue stays sharp. Scarlett snaps back; turns out the rich-girl act is bullshit. Both wrecked homes, same scars, one hard look and the whole room shifts. They land on an apology, fingers curl into each other's clothes. Then Charlotte drops the question—Scarlett single? Ever tried girls? Scarlett blurts that she isn't gay. Charlotte laughs under her breath: nobody's asking for a label, just a taste. She kisses her. Scarlett freezes, then leans in. Charlotte yanks the shirt off, tosses the textbook aside—it slides across the floor and stays there. Scarlett laughs into Charlotte's mouth while tongues slide and hands roam, everything else forgotten. Study time's over. Opposites collide, then strip.