Chapter 5: Are you gay?

\-  Pretty hair, are you gay? - Said the stranger asking a tall, thin girl with long black hair, who appears just like She was coming out of the toilet. She was at least six feet tall than me, proabbly model, and had slicked-back black hair falling over a jean jacket. She came out of the bathroom stall and smiling at her friend replied:

\- Not at all my friend! - She said wrinkling her forehead -. I love a "cock" - added emphasizing the last words.

She asked my permission to remove the bag so she could wash her hands. I placed my bag on one of the edges of the only washbasin in front the toilet, it was a small bathroom only for two persons.  I stayed suspended between the two of them as if I was waiting to hear something else. It was not necessary to do that, I could go, I had already fixed myself, but for some reason I wanted to hear more from her, the girl in the white blouse who had asked me “what am I doing here”. She laughed at her friend's response, take her hand and brush her short wet hair and looked up at me.

\- Yes, I'm gay - She said, with a serious voice that stops my heart.

\- Well, that\`s ok - I answered slowly as I nodded my head. She was making it clear to me that She plays on my team, lesbians team, for some reason I felt pleased. I looked up and my eyes get in contact with her eyes, brown and wild eyes, I saw how a smile curved on her lips.

"She's very sexy." I looked down and saw her full, firm breasts through her unbuttoned blouse, she was wearing a black bra, beautiful color skin, and a couple of moons on her face makes her look like a sexy misterious angel. I looked at her tight jeans, her tanned skin, she was very attractive.

\- And don't do that - She added, interrupting my focused eyes.

I pretended that I was looking for the Lipstick from the bag to touch up my lips again, I had just put it away seconds before she entered the bathroom, where had I put it...

\-Don't do what? - I asked for. I took out the lipstick and painted my lips again.

\- Don\`t put your bag there, you do not see that there people spit, and throw their waste, and you put your bag there filling it with bacterias - She explained. Now that her friend had moved off the mirror, she was looking at herself in front the mirror and brushing her messy brown hair that fell past her shoulders.

\- I never think  about that before - I said clearly with a soft tone. I didn't understand why I used that tone of voice. I was flirting with her. And was she flirtying with me?

\- Well, you already know - she replied complacently.

\- Ok I'm leaving-. I said nonchalantly. I gently hung my bag on my shoulders and walked to the bathroom door. I didn't understand why, but she got on my nerves.

\- Yes, go - She replied me- And take your dirty bag with you - She added and made a gesture of displeasure with her hands when looking at my bag. "She's completely out of place, she doesn't even know me, my bag isn't dirty" I couldn't stand her.

\- Yes, I'm going with my bag - I snapped, grabbed my bag and turned around ready to leave the bathroom.

\- Flirtinh with you? Maybe a little bit - She said as I turned around. It took me a second to understand what She already said. Instantly my cheeks burned. I gave her an embarrassed smile, looked away and left the bathroom.

After midnight I found myself sitting on one of the stairs of the nightclub, my head was a whirlwind of emotions, I didn't find any sense in anything, I just wanted to dance and forget everything; that's why I had decided to go out and  coming to disco but I ended up aimlessly among so many strangers. The guys just disappeared into the dance floor and I was definitely not in the mood to meet new people… I remembered the girl in the bathroom and my cheeks burned. I stood up and decided to look for Edouard to tell him that I wanted to leave. I couldn't find him anywhere so I assumed he was probably dancing. I went into the dance floor, walking into the crowd in search of my friend, the club was full of people. It seemed that everyone danced possessed by music and alcohol. They laugh, they feel fabulous and they smile at you as you are fabulous too. I was glad to hear the music playing to batter, making everyone dance, in the Discotheque, suddenly a song began, a song to play that I recognized immediately.

The song of the Caramelos de Cianuro, starts playing, called "Rubia Sol, Morena Luna". I love  that song, it is a song about a love triangles of blondes and brunettes, the girls at my University they used to say that is my song. I was touched because of listening to play in the disco clubn tonight.  I slipped between people dancing, taking care and being careful from they throwing their drinks at me. I couldn't see Edouard anywhere, I saw how the girl in the white blouse with beautiful brown eyes witch I  talked with in the bathroom dances near me. I walked and past her, but then I just had a tought, maybe if we would dance She'd understand that I wasn't straight actually, even if Look like a streight instead a lesbian girl, and I could answer her question "What am I doing here?".

I touched her on the shoulder and she turned to see me.

\-          Do you want to dance? - I asked looking at her.

\- Sure - She replied calmly, as if the idea didn't bother her at all. I was flattered that She accepted, for a second I feared that She would reject me for some invisible girlfriend. I took her by the waist and we began to dance, instantly her hands star traveling over my hips.