I hate you.

Chapter fourteen

Annas pov
She just glared at me through the mirror, after I put my hands around her.

"What?"

"You didn't tell me you left a hickey?!" I whisper yell at her.

"Accident? I didn't even know I left one." I really didn't.

"Anna if my mom seen this I would've been in deep shit."

"I'm sorry." I put my head on her shoulder and just admire her through the mirror.

"Yeah yeah, just make sure you don't do that next time." She leaned her head onto mine. A smirk started forming on my face as soon as I heard those last few words.

"What are you smirking about?" She asks as she wraps her hands around mine.

"You said next time."

"Yeah what about it?"

"There's gonna be a next time." I say giggling.

"How about, right now?" She puts her hand on my face and starts kissing me, it takes me a second to realize what's happening but I kiss back almost immediately.

I open my mouth and so does she, sliding her tongue into my mouth until they both meet. I move my hands lower, to her ass, and pick her up, placing her on the sink counter. I put my hand on the back on her head, pulling a little on her hair, causing her head to look up, I start kissing her neck as her hands get caught up in my hair. She puts her hands on the sides of my head making me stop to look at her.

"No hickies." She says in a serious tone.

"Mhm." I hurry up and say, connecting our lips, I slowly let one of my hands travel her body and under neath her croptop, and as it was getting to the good part the bell rung.

"Ugh." She said and hopped down.

"What shitty timing." I say and fix myself.

"So are you gonna cover that?" I say pointing at the hickey from last night.

"Yeah I was going to, ya know, before our make out sesh." She says and takes out her makeup bag.

"Go to class you're gonna be late." She tells me as she's applying her makeup to the purplish spot.

"No, I wanna wait for you." I sit on the counter and just admire her while she's covering it.

"You wanna know something?" She asked still focused on her neck.

"What is it?" I say leaning my head against the mirror.

"Christian asked me out-" I interrupted her before she could finish her sentence.

"He did? When?"

"Let me finish, and last night, then again today because I didn't give him an answer yet. I don't know how to tell him without hurting his feelings." She finishes up and then finishes putting on her final touches to her neck.

"Just tell him your moms strict about that sorta stuff."

"Come on we're gonna be even more late." She says putting her stuff away and holding out her hand for me to take it.

I grab her hand and we leave to first period.