Kiss and bolt

Chapter eight

*Chapter 8*

A penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar

They're worth so much more after I'm a goner

And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'

Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'

Adrian's POV

"Maybe we could go out sometime, to the movies or like just to eat?" the girl asked from inside the quilts.

A sigh of frustration escaped my lips. "No, not interested," I said, pulling on and plain white shirt.

"How come?" she asked in a shaky voice, she looked like she was about to burst into tears.

"Because this was a one night stand kind of thing," I refreshed her memory.

"You took my virtue and that's all you say in return," she screeched whilst covering herself with blankets.

Oh just awesome. She was one of those.

"You asked for it." I said.

Sure I was a player, but I would never take a girl's virginity without her asking first, and I never went for girls in relationship. I wasn't that kind of idiot. Otherwise I only screwed this one because she asked and I needed to get my mind off Jasmine.

"Well I thought... just leave."

I didn't have to be told twice, I bolted out of her room without even looking back. She was probably going to spread a rumour, like that I had forced her to do it with me and then I was a terrible villain for leaving her.

But what did she want?

That question wasn't hard to answer; she thought she could be that girl who could change my playerish ways. She thought that she could convince me into going out with her and then fall totally in love with her. I didn't believe in love, well that's what I thought until that girl, Jasmine.

I don't know what it is with her, but I thinking I am falling head over heels for her. God, I sound like a chick! Ahhh! How did this happen?

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"The formula two-n-squared is used..." Blah, blah, blah.

The teacher stood in front of the class in her four inch heels with her back turned to the white board. The teacher was droning on about a formula that used in something called atomic configuration. Like seriously who really cared about that stuff other than Einstein and the teacher and the guys that were drooling and her and... Well the list just goes on. Well the point is that I don't care. I just wanted to get out of this stupid science classroom that smelt like dead rats. Speaking of dead rats the pervious class probably got to dissect them, lucky fags. Why did we never doing anything like that? Oh, wait this is a chemistry class not biology. How could I have forgotten?

Boredom overtook me and my mind wondered off to different places that didn't include stupid formulas and chemistry teachers.

It had been exactly three weeks since I last saw Jasmine. The memory was fresh in my mind like a new born baby; she had looked so torn apart and vulnerable that day.

The kiss.

Oh no, I meant the near Kiss.

What would have happened if I did kiss her?

Would she kiss me back?

Would we have said after it happened?

Questions that I badly wanted answers to, but I don't think someone is going to create a travelling time machine any time soon. Maybe, I should. Nah, leave the have word the Einstein fag. Oh, wait his dead. Oh, well his maybe working on one in his grave.