Zero couldn’t justify her actions in kissing the other. She showed up to this party because she’d seen the flyer around campus, and being talked about constantly throughout the halls. So, she thought she’d check it out. It was disappointing until the kiss. One that Zero initiated without consent, and well-- didn’t even know if the other was attracted to her. It was confusing. And it made her walk away in embarrassment. Not that Zero kissed everyone who tried to befriend her.
Focusing on zipping up her jacket, she avoided eye contact with Nova. She hadn’t expected her to follow her, nor talk to her ever again. “I’m fine,” she quietly replied as she moved to walk out of the party, and down the hall of the school. As she felt the warm hand upon her forearm, she stopped in her tracks, eyeing Nova. “I’m sorry about the kiss.” It was a fight or flight reaction, but Zero always flighted away.
She didn’t know why people didn’t like her, or try to find interest in her. Was she that weird? Or were people racist? Or was it even deeper than that? It made Zero question everything she did, even her passion for photography. And being gay could’ve been part of it. Zero didn’t want to find out, but she knew that kissing Nova wasn’t a mistake like she played it off. “I liked kissing you Nova, but uh... I didn’t want to scare you away, so I left before you could react. I’m all about makin’ people comfortable, even if I gotta risk shit for myself. I’m sorry, dude.”