THEM

Chapter 19

The way Cory and I broke apart from one another you would've thought someone had lit a firecracker under our asses.

Jesus Christ.

Did that really just happen? Or almost happen? Was I really about to let him kiss me?

I glanced at Cory out of the corner of my eye. He ran a hand through his hair in what was obviously frustration before he caught me looking and returned my stare.

He didn't look the least bit sorry at what had almost happened between us.

So, I reiterate. Was I going to let Cory kiss me in the middle of an abandoned mall during what was probably the end of the world as we knew it?

Yes, yes I was.

And I'm pretty sure I would've liked it.

Damn the person who interrupted us!

Which reminded me...

I only had a few seconds to collect myself and get over my embarrassment at being caught in such a position because there were obviously two more things that were a little more pressing at the moment.

One, I was still shirtless which I quickly corrected. I grabbed the discarded Tweety Bird shirt off the floor before quickly pulling the shirt over my head.

It didn't escape my notice that Cory didn't move from in front of me until the shirt was on.

The second was that the voice who had interrupted us, was male.

And unrecognizable.

The person inside the store with us right now was someone we didn't know.

"Oh, don't let me stop you guys. I was just about to leave so you two carry on." The newcomer said with a cheeky smile.

I stared at the guy before us.

He was Hispanic with a head full of thick dark hair that curled around the nape of his neck and ears and chocolate brown eyes to match. There was a small hoop piercing in his bottom lip and I could see the beginning of what was obviously a larger tattoo peaking out from underneath the collar of his white t-shirt.

He was young, probably just a few years older than me.

He was also trouble personified if the smirk on his face was anything to go by.

"Who are you?" Cory asked eyeing up our new "friend" skeptically.

"Does it really matter? If I told you my name it's not like you'd know who I am now would you?" The boy said as he eyed Cory back.

"Then what are we supposed to call you?" I asked, finally finding my voice again since this whole embarrassing ordeal started.

The boy turned so his dark eyes were now on me, the smirk never leaving his face.

Didn't it hurt his facial muscles to smirk so much?

"You can call me Marco."

I heard Cory scoff from next to me, obviously picking up on Marco's emphasis on the word you.

"How about we just call you asshole instead?" he muttered.

I cleared my throat glancing between the both of them before speaking again, interrupting whatever Marco was going to say. It wasn't going to be anything nice judging by the nasty smirk he was now sporting.

It's like he had a different smirk for every emotion.

"How long have you been in here?" I asked.