It's Trish's friend, Melanie.

Standing in the doorway is a female student, slim, 5'5", B-cup you'd estimate. Her most striking feature is her EXTREMELY blonde hair that cascades down her back, reaching just below her waist.

"Um, this is Melanie," Trish says, motioning towards the newcomer. "Melanie, this is John."

"We... we all know who he is, Trish," Melanie says nervously, stepping in and closing and locking the door behind her. "I suppose now that you have a boy to be with..."

"Melanie, wait," says Trish. "John and I have known each other for several years now..."

"So he knows...?" asks Melanie.

Trish's face pales slightly. "No, he doesn't know, but it's okay, it doesn't matter."

"Well, I'll tell him then," Melanie says, speaking quickly. "Trish and I had a sexual relationship for several weeks. Trish likes girls."

"GOD DAMN IT!" Trish yells. Striding over, she unlocks the door, pushes Melanie out, and closes and locks it behind her.

After an uncomfortable pause, Trish nervously says to you, "Yes. It's true I like girls. But I like boys - I mean I like you too! Please. I hope you don't think less of me. I'm not seeing anyone else right now. We can still be together, right?"

Trish starts crying, tears of shame rolling down her cheeks, and her words become unintelligible.

So, she's bisexual, not straight...