A final wave of heat radiated against my skin from the curling iron that perfected my normally unruly waves of hair. I applied a final wave of peachy lipstick with my mind running over the words from the previous night.
"If you refuse to go, Brita Faye, then I get to kiss you."
Momentarily, it felt as if a ton of bricks had collapsed on top of me, stealing every last ounce of air from my lungs.
But within reason, my mind snapped back into the reality of the situation and I was able to see the general idea behind the words of the smirking asshole.
Gripping the table behind me, I stood up confidently, towering over Benz for once.
"What's your game here, Maddox, we're not in middle school anymore. You can't 'threaten' me with a kiss," I scoffed in response after several moments of pondering silence.
It seemed like half a second before the electricity and temperature dramatically increased around us. Incidentally, Benz was pressed dangerously close to my body in that same time frame.
"I wouldn't call it threatening, Red," His voice was eerily chilly and deep.
Suddenly, I became overwhelmingly aware of the utter stupidity of his reasoning. He was a master in the art of seduction and overly familiar in toying with girls, but i refused to succumb to his abilities.
"No. I'm not doing this. Do you not realize how pointless this entire ordeal is? This is not some cliche bullshit where you shove me against the wall and kiss me and I become suddenly aware of how sexy and perfect you are and we fall in love. I hate parties and that's final, I'm n-"
He pressed an enormous hand gently over my mouth and my eyes widened in response.
"You're overthinking this. I only said kiss because I knew it would be something you would refuse to do, considering you're ironically loyal to your cunt of a boyfriend."
His face morphed into a relaxed expression and a lazy grin complemented it perfectly. The skin around my mouth was on fire from his touch, I noticed when his hand slowly made its way back to his side.
"And no, my counter offer was not a deep confession of my love for you. Like I said, I'm not into blondes," his yawn interrupted his statement and he flexed unknowingly. A flush painted my face and I awkwardly looked away.
The ticking of the antique clock was the only element that kept us from undying silence. I starred at him, somewhat confidently, realizing how he had an ability to make me say things I normally would keep hidden in my mind.
Maybe it was his stubbornness; maybe it was the way he seemed to say everything that came to mind. It might be the fact that he was the only person that treated me like a person after finding out about the cutting; maybe it was all three and a hint of everything else.
Whatever it was, it made me say it.
"Fine, I'll go."
The alarm on my phone snapped me back into the moment and away from the past, indicating that it was quarter past eight and I had to leave for Ella's party.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I forced every nerve-racking thought out of my head and took deep, meaningful breaths. Each release of air representing the loss of another worry about the upcoming party.
Yet no matter how many times I heaved in and out, a feeling, deep in the left part of my gut, was warning me about something. I had yet to figure out what it was though.
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