Confessions of a College Lesbian is my debut novel. Still a work in progress, it follows two roommates who must put aside their differences—and tumultuous past— in order to get even with a common enemy.
Confessions of a College Lesbian
Synopsis
After a dramatic falling out the summer before her senior year of college, sarcastic social outcast Kat is forced to move back into the dorms. This would be punishment enough without the roommate factor: she’s been assigned to live with her childhood best friend-turned sworn enemy, Harper Henderson. It turns out the only thing Harper likes better than herself is revenge, and soon her and Kat are able to bond over the one thing they have in common: they both want to break up their exes.
Hatching a fake dating scheme is simple enough, but the more time Kat spends with Harper, the more she’s surprised by how much she genuinely likes the girl. When their plan begins to pay off, Kat must ultimately decide between the girl she thought she would marry, and her hot-headed roommate who’s got more to her than meets the eye.
This book features LGBTQ+ representation, as well as neurodivergent representation (autistic & ADHD main characters).
Think 10 Things I Hate About You meets She Drives Me Crazy.
Visual References
Reference photos from Pinterest, IMDb, & Indigo.
Confessions of a College Lesbian began September 2025 as a writing exercise in class, and has slowly morphed into the beginnings of a novel. By December 2025, I had 20 polished pages of a draft, but I still have a long way to go with this project.
The biggest obstacle in writing this has been my lack of time as a student, but post-grad I plan to finish this book and seek a literary agent to get it published. I would also love to turn the story into a screenplay!
Timeline
Excerpt
As Kat rubs her nose, I scan her up and down, trying to see if there’s anything I can analyze that will give me a leg up in this already botched interaction.
Brows furrowing, I concentrate, but she looks the same as always. Dressed casual in jeans and a t-shirt, her blue hair is tied up in a ponytail, and she’s completely unreadable. I realize I’m accidentally staring at her like a total creep a moment too late, snapping back to reality.
“You better not have broken my nose Henderson,” Kat spits at me.
“Oh please, I didn’t hit you that hard,” I reply. I know this probably isn’t the proper way to respond at this moment, but my words have a habit of coming out harsher than I intend. I deal in objective facts, and tact isn’t one of my fortes.
“I dunno, it might be broken,” Kat responds. I can never tell if she’s being sarcastic or not. Judging by the snarky look on her face, I take an educated guess that she’s not being serious.
“If you’d like I can hit it again for you. If it’s broken badly enough you might be able to get a free nose job.”
“I’m not interested in looking like a Who from Whoville, but thanks for the offer Martha May.”
This is how Kat and I have always operated, with a strange mutual respect built up from a groundwork of hate. It’s tolerable in small doses, but this new living situation might actually be the death of me. I wrack my brain for a comeback, but I always operate slower first thing in the morning and at the end of a night. As if by divine intervention, Kat’s nose spontaneously begins spurting blood.