"Your name is Melissa, right?" Nick said, sitting down next to the girl.
"Yeah. So what's it to you?" she asked, clearly still ticked off by the gay scene that had just occurred in front of her a moment ago.
"Whoa," Nick said, holding his hands up defensively. "I don't mean to intrude or anything, but I was just wondering how long you've had such strong feelings against gay people."
"All my life, I guess. They're so gross."
"What about lesbians? Are you grossed out about them too?" he asked.
"Totally. A girl should be with a guy, not other girls. It's just ... just wrong, ya know?" She paused for a moment, then began to tell Nick about this one time that she and some of her cheerleader friends had scolded and teased this totally butch dyke that went to their school.
"That seems a bit mean," Nick said, frowning.
"Oh come on," Melissa said, not believing what she just heard. "The girl was a freak. All dressed up in baggy jeans, a tank top, and combat boots, not to mention a leather jacket. She seemed more like a boy than a girl. She even had a buzzcut."
"Well, I try to keep my opinions to myself, usually. I don't want to offend other people."
"Yeah? Well, sometimes the truth hurts," she said boldly.
This girl was pretty mean, that was for sure. The cheerleader stereotype, he figured. Good-looking, popular, but a total bitch. Well, given what he just heard from her, he had a good idea of what to do with her.
