B L A K E
For the past 2 days, I have been avoiding Mac, because of the whole world finding out about 'us'. When in reality, there is no 'us' and there will never be an 'us'. Also because I don't want to tell him why he was on E! News and everything else about me.
I've also been off my social media networks to avoid the hate. I mean, it took me years to finally gain my confidence back, why let a ton of random girls destroy it?
Oh, by the way, the hickey hasn't even gone away- not even a little bit.
Holy crap.
I just realised something-
What if I actually kissed the person who gave me that thing on my neck?
Ahh this is really starting to annoy me now, this happen before to me, just I didn't get a hickey on my neck. But I did kiss someone at this party that me and my friends got invited to.
Apparently I kissed someone who got invited to the party too, but I didn't know him because he wasn't from our school I didn't know anything about him all I knew was his name witch was 'Danny'.
Then when I got told my first kiss was with some random guy, I didn't want to ever kiss some at a party again or at least not be drunk when it happens...... Buttt.. It happen again and I hate my self for it because I don't even know his name this time or what he even looks like.
Now I need to get my mind off this whole thing or else it'll drive me absolutely insane. I would just go back to sleep, but I haven't stepped outside in over 48 hours. So I decide to go out and put on some decent clothes on, by wearing Harlem trousers with a white jumper and some white slip on vans.
And to hide the purple spot on my neck, I had to throw on a light scarf.
(Outfit on the side just imagine there is a scarf there;)
Grabbing my plastic skateboard, I begin to skate to Starbucks because I'm basic and craving my favourite decaf macchiato.
Purposely not going to the Starbucks closets to me, I continue to avoid you-know-who, because he works there.
I ride my penny to the next closest Starbucks, just around the corner. As I'm making a sharp turn, I accidentally tilt my body in an awkward position-
And I fall straight on my ass.
"Well that was graceful," a voice out of nowhere says sarcastically.
I look up to the sound of the rude person.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I say as I lay my eyes on Mac.
He just chuckles, letting out a hand, helping me up.
I wipe non-existent dust off my Harlem trousers "seriously, are you stalking me? How the hell do I always end up bumping into you?"
I swear I have the worst luck.
"No, I was just on my way to work..."
Mac rolls his eyes at my accusation. "And why are you wearing a scarf? It's summer plus it doesn't go with what you have on, Blake."
This question catches me by surprise. "Why are you wearing your collar like that? You look like a fag." I snap, mentioning his folded up collar of his black thin jacket.
"No reason." He says quickly.
Well, that was sketchy.
"Okay, um, nice talk, I better get going." I look at him suspiciously, slowly stepping away.
Mac has the same look on his face. "Yeah, same," he steps in the other direction.
Is a split second. We simultaneously move at each other- me slightly pulling down his jacket zipper, and him yanking at my scarf.
