Trini may be a badass but she’s all about consent. She’s constantly asking Kimberly if it’s okay that she holds her hand and that she kisses her. Even if Kim clearly initiates the kissing or the cuddling, Trini double checks.
Kim asks her about it one day, and Trini just shrugs it off like it’s no big deal, “Well, just because we’re dating doesn’t mean you’re always going want to kiss me. So, I mean, the least I could do is make sure you do want to kiss me.”
Kimberly is so taken aback by how sweet Trini is. (Not that she didn’t know it before) and says something along the lines of “Well, you don’t always have to ask, I’m dating you for a reason.”
Biology was almost over. And by almost, Trini meant, half an hour down, one more to go.
Even so, she was as nervous as never. She fiddled with her pen and actually focused on the teacher for once, trying to absorb as much information as possible. That was, of course, so she could keep her eyes off Kimberly Ann Hart.
Kimberly Ann Hart. Her only girlfriend. As in a friend that was a girl. Her best friend. The best Trini could’ve ever asked for.
Trini clearly remembers the day she met her. Actually met her. Standing there, in her profound glory, with her short hair bobbing up and down, and smiled at her as if she was everything.
Trini has no choice but to stare for just a little longer.
Anna was the first girl Trini had ever loved. She was only 14. Trini could only tell her that if her parents found out how she looked at her, she’d be homeless. She had then cried for 2 days straight, and Trini starts playing back to those small moments. That the library would smell like their books, the way Anna would give her a special smile every time they looked at each other. A smile reserved just for her.
It had only been 2 months, and Trini’s heart had been broken into the smallest fragments possible.
Experiment. She hates that word.
If there’s one thing that Trini hates about being gay, it’s when people date her. In order to ‘experiment’ and to ‘try it out’. Because Trini despises being used, as a subject. When she pours her heart into loving this girl, and she ends up saying ‘I’m so sorry, I’m just not into girls…anymore.”
Trini knows that that’s bullshit. So she makes a vow on her seventeenth birthday, declaring to never fall for a straight girl ever.
That vow was broken in less than a week after she moved to Angel Grove.
It was after her small party hosted on the highest spot of Angel Grove with the gang. A beautiful sight. But really, nothing could ever be as beautiful as Kim.
The two of them were on Kim’s bed. Just there. Just existing. Together. Then out of nowhere, Kim started talking and snapped Trini out of her thoughts.
“To be honest, we’re literally floating on a tiny planet in fucking space, or universe, should I say. Why are we surrounded by hatred and misery? Why can’t everyone just calm the fuck down and lay on some grass. The sun is a GIANT BURNING ORB and why does money even exist? Fuck everything!”
Trini snorted and raised an eyebrow. “Since when did you speak my language princess?”
“I mean really! Gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining all kinds of shit.”
Trini didn’t say anything. She loved it when Kim would ramble out her thoughts to her, out of nowhere. Only to her. Like she was exceptional.
That was when it happened. Kim just suddenly rested her head on Trini’s shoulder and grumbled.
“Why the hell are you so short, Trin?”
Trini felt herself stiffen up. Kimberly obviously felt it and sat up straight away.
“Is something wrong?”
Trini loosened up immediately. “No. No, not at all. Just think we should get going now. It’s kinda late.”
Kim shrugged and stood up making her way to the door.
It was like electricity when Kim had rested her head on Trini’s shoulder.
And it hits her like a truck. She realized that she’s falling. A great void opens up and she feels that she is falling, falling into deep, black space. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or a human touch of a hand. Because Kimberly had the type of eyes that could hold the sun, the moon, and the stars. Her eyes held galaxies, universes, time itself. But most of all, in her eyes, if anyone looked hard enough, they could find Trini’s heart.
Trini now lets Kimberly in. She loves the way Kimberly’s eyes spark when they’re talking or when she’s telling her something she wants her to know, the way she mouths the words herself when she’s reading and concentrating, the way she looks at her as if there’s only her, as if she can pass the flesh and bone and bullshit right into Trini that’s there, the one she don’t even see herself.
She pulls Kimberly aside first thing in the morning.
“You alright?” The concern is immediately showing on Kimberly’s face.
Trini lets out a low laugh. “Yeah, I’ve just got something to ask you.”
Kimberly brightens up immediately. “Shoot.”
Trini takes in a deep breath and goes for it. “Uh…so we’re pretty close and uh I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date.”
Kimberly doesn’t reply.
Trini starts to panic because she doesn’t know who to tell anymore when she finds new music and she doesn’t know where she’s gonna express how much she loves it. She doesn’t know who’s gonna agree with her and who she’s gonna listen to it with while she falls asleep. She doesn’t know who’s going to hear about her day and her test grades and how long she napped and what she ate for dinner and what movie she watched and the interesting things she learned in class and how much she hates physics and when she didn’t read the assignment for English. She doesn’t know who she’s gonna tell how she went to get food instead of jogging laps in the gym and how productive she was studying that night. She doesn’t know who’s going to listen to her sing her favorite bands and then sing with her and take walks with her in the summer on the most beautiful days. She doesn’t know who’s going to do that all and care about it if Kimberly finds her disgusting and sickening. She doesn’t know.
Trini’s not one to ramble but she does. “I mean I can completely understand and I respect your decision if you don’t want to be with me in that kinda way because you might even have something going on with Jace I just –”
Trini stood there and her head shot up and looked at Kimberly. Kimberly’s brown hazel eyes shone. She was being sincere.
But Kimberly didn’t stop there. She smiled and leaned against the lockers. “Trini, I would love to go on a full on gay date with my best friend. I’ve always wanted you to kiss me in the public, put your arm around me so people know I’m with you. I’ve always wanted you to pull me in because I’m just not quite close enough to you. I’ve always wanted you to make me watch that one tv show that’s your guilty pleasure. Tell me your biggest fear and I’ll promise to protect you. I’ve always wanted you to kiss me at red lights because if you don’t then I’ll kiss you. I’ve always wanted you to show me the one song you can never listen to without crying. Trini, don’t hide the tiny details about you. Because I’ll remember every one of them.”
“You’re so cute when you ramble.” Trini clamps her hands over her mouth. “Holy shit. I did not just – ok.”
The bell rings. First period is about to begin.
“Text me.” Kimberly winks, leaving a dazed Trini behind.
Her phone lights up as soon as Kim disappears round the corner.
Dream team? This new group of friends seen in the cafeteria has the AGHS population gabbing!
If you haven’t noticed, the social hierarchy within the student body at Angel Grove has been anything but normal this school year. The not so low-key drama has yet to cease simmering. This month, we’re diving in with an extra large spoon to stir the overflowing pot of drama!
A unique collection of students have formed a rather unexpected social clique. The new group have been on close watch due to recent events. If you have been living under a rock, we’ll catch you up to speed. As mentioned in previous issues; Kimberly Hart was dethroned from cheer social elite, golden boy quarterback Jason Scott fell from grace following his injury during a prank gone wrong, and brainiac Billy Cranston showed us he’s not that harmless after all by knocking out the biggest bully on campus.
This group of ‘rebels’ seem to have formed a new-found bond. Breaking all social norms, they’ve have been spotted throughout campus together as a new generation of united outsiders. We forgot to mention the not-so-new new girl Trini and shirtless rogue hottie Zack who seem to be apart of the crew. On the rare occasion the squad is all together, heads turn and jaws drop in awe as to what brought this unexpected group together. What could bring this group to become friends? If only we could take a peek at their group text!
The editors at The Roar are loving the scandalous new united front. We’re pleasantly surprised to see such an original group of individuals break stereotypes. Regardless of what has caused the new #SQUAD, we have to applaud their ability to fuel the festering rumor mill on campus.