Last First Kiss [ON HOLD//WRITER'S BLOCK]

Chapter 4

Hey guys. Enjoy.

Gabby x

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.Craig's POV.

As soon as she said she hates me, I felt the urge to kiss her. Not in a way that I love her. I am just playing with her heart. I want to prove her wrong. Every girl loves me, and now, miss smarty-pants doesn't? This is truly beyond unbelievable. What a shame.

And so, I kissed her. I gave her that certain kiss every girl wanted. Soft, and romantic. As soon as my lips touched hers, I could feel her emotions. She likes it. I am pretty sure. No one can resist my charm, especially a girl like her. A girl who has a really fragile heart. But, she pushed me away. I felt like smirking so I did. Her innocence is beyond my reach. So I asked

"How about now?"

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I sank onto my seat and am still in a daze. This bastard. What a player.. I could not believe what had happened once more. I am not like any girls. I am not dumb. Maybe this mongrel thinks that he can play with my heart. He can't. HE FREAKING CAN'T. He was still smirking and I am still in awe. This guy is surely pathetic. A badass, they say? Well, he musn't underestimate me. But, why do I feel like my heart is squeezed? It should probably be anger. What else? It would be impossible if it's love. That's just nonsense. I barely even know this dolt!

I continued scribbling down the equations while covering a part of my face with my other hand. I kept getting distracted.

"So, I bet you like me now huh?" he asked.

"Ha Ha. You wish."

As soon as I answered the equations and submitted them, the bell rang. I went straight to my locker to get my things for English, not minding what just happened during first period. I reached my locker and grabbed everything I needed.

The first person I saw inside the classroom was the mongrel. I scowled and knocked my head because I forgot that he said he's in all of my classes. Now what?!

I found a seat very far from where he was sitting, but he just chuckled and went beside me.

"Can you leave me alone?!" I am so furious that I wanted to shout. But I don't want to. Why? Detention.

"Trust me, babe. You don't want that to happen." he said smugly.

"Ugh. From princess... to babe?! ARE YOU NUTS? Stay away from me you filthy moron!"

"Hey, hey, hey! I am not filthy! Why don't you just smell me so that I could prove you wrong. I ain't FILTHY." he then moved closer to me and let me smell his shirt.

"Oh my goodness, get off me!" I swatted his head with my notebook until the teacher arrived. Hurray. Not.

"Miss Lawley, why are you harrassing Mr. Dawson here in my classroom?" Ms. Hunters asked with her left brow raised and here face deadly serious.

"I-- uh- Craig wants me to smell his shirt. But, I don't want to." I said, feeling so dumb in my reply.

Craig chuckled and pointed his index finger towards me.

"This girl.." he said with a sly face "said that I am a filthy moron! I mean, how rude could she possibly be?" he gazed at me never leaving my eyes with a smirk on his face.

Right. This guy has a plan, eh? Well, bring it on.

I continued stating my point, but my teacher was such a fool. I mean, how could she believe the school's so-called badass? I mean, seriously though?

"Cut it! Both of you. Detention. Now"

Did she just say that? No way. Me? In detention? You have got to be kidding me.