Teach Me to Kiss

Revelations

        "Fuck." I slammed my hand at the steering wheel. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. " I repeatedly slammed my hand at the steering wheel at every cuss. 

        The moment I like a girl, she doesn't like me back. I'm not even sure she believed me for fuck's sake. I let out an irritated groan. What does she even mean with the 'Don't you dare play with me' statement? What the hell is she saying?         

        I leaned my head at the steering wheel, trying my best to compose myself. But I can't, I was just too angry and hurt. It was the first time I felt this way. I was too angry that my body was shaking. Too hurt that there were tears trying to break out from my eyes. I never cried. Ever. Except those when i was young, of course but I never cried. My chest fucking hurts and all I wanted to do was punch everything in my way.

        Andrew, snap out of this! You're better than this. I tried telling myself but fuck it fucking hurts. I slammed my head at the steering wheel a dozen times.

       "Get out. Get out. Fucking get out." I chanted. Trying to take the pain away from my chest. Trying to remove Farrah. Trying to forget her.

        But damn was it fucking hard.

        I meant it when I told her I like her. I meant it when I told her I want her.  I meant every word of it, knowing it was absurd and impossible for a guy like me to like a mousy girl since she was not my type but it's the truth. There were signs. Like remembering her name (everybody knows I can't remember a girl's name even if it's to save my life), getting a bit jealous (Yeah, I admit. I get jealous everytime a human with balls, not talking about eyeballs here, gets near her), actually asking her on a date (anti-date but I considered it a date. Boohoo for Farrah), always thinking about her (I know, it's crazy) and I can't seem to live a day without talking to her.

        And shit, I was doing it again! Forget! Forget! But shit I was already in. I can't stop and her words 'Don't you dare play with me' kapt resonating in my head.

        Does that mean she thought I was playing her? How the hell did she even think of that? Oh yeah...Still! If she thinks she can get away from me just like that, well she thought wrong. I may be new at this but I'm not going to give up. I'll make her see, I'm not playing or pranking her. I'll make sure she believes me next time.

        With that thought in my mind, I started the car and drove towards my house while all the while thinking of my next course of plan. 

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        The next day, I tried searching for Farrah before class but she was no where to be found. I let out an irritated sigh. I knew she was going to avoid me and to hell is she gonna succeed. With determined steps, I went to my first class, knowing she won't skip class just because of this. 

        The moment I entered the classroom, the bell rang. I searched the room but Farrah was no where to be seen. I started panicking. Is she absent? Is she okay? Shit, she walked home yesterday. What if something happened to her? I bolted to the door but stopped as soon as Farrah appeared in front of me. My relief was clearly shown on my face. 

       Farrah looked at me like a deer caught in headlights. She was stepping back trying to escape while I walked towards her. 

       You're not escaping this time, babe. 

        She hugged her books tighter and pushed her glasses up. She visibly gulped and looked to her right and left. But before I could get near her, she collided into Mr. Fowl's front. Her eyes widened in surprise. If I wasn't so mad at her I would have laugh at the cute look she had.