Teenage Dirtbag | l.h

"One kiss."

"Dawn Peavy?"

"Here."

Everyones heads turn towards me.

Yeah, I'm the new girl, so people are still getting used to me. It's been three days since that weird thing with Luke, and all he does when he sees me is scowl and mutter under his breath, or push me.

My eyes catch his own, but he rolls his eyes and looks away.

What's his problem?

Is he mad because I didn't kiss him?

No, he's a guy, he's Luke. He's over that. He doesn't care.

Kaitlyn, the nice girl from my first day, and I have become friends, and she looks over at me and I give her a confused look.

"Why does he hate me?" I whisper.

"After class." She mouths and I nod my head.

I turn forward and the class goes by slowly.

My eyes are dropping by time the bell rings, and I get out of my seat and sling my backpack onto one arm, meeting Kaitlyn outside of the classroom.

"So, do you know his problem with me?" I ask and she nods.

"Everyone does. You didn't kiss him, you rejected him. No one rejects Luke Hemmings."

"Well, maybe that's what he needs, a little rejection." I say. So I was right. he doesn't care that I didnt kiss him, he cares about his ego, his title.

Of course.

"Cmon, let's go to art." She says, looping her arm with mine.

When we make it into art, guess who left me a surprise in my seat.

Well not a surprise, a person.

You guessed it, Luke.

I was graced with having him in every single one of my classes. Oh joy.

When he sees me he smirks, and I stop in my tracks.

"Get out of my seat."

"Now you know how I feel, peavy." He says and I scowl at him.

"Come with me." He stands up and grabs my arm, and I look at Kaitlyn, asking for help.

She puts up her hands, and I'm dragged out of the classroom by the giraffe.

He pulls me along, through the hallway, and into the men's bathrooms.

"Are you insane?" I say, wiggling out of his grasp when the door closes behind us.

"No, but you are," he says," you shouldn't have left like that. You just ran away. Didn't even tell me why. So we are going to try this again. Your going to kiss me, I'm going to tell the whole school you laid yourself all over me, and that your an awful kisser.
Then you'll be humiliated and we will be even. Okay? Okay." He leans towards me and I step back.

"No. We aren't kissing and you aren't going to say that about me."

He lets out a laugh and then grabs me on the arms.

He looks into my eyes with so much passion, it really is hard to not kiss him.

"We are going to kiss, Dawn, and it's going to be awful. I'm not going to feel sparks. Your not either. We are going to kiss and then leave this bathroom, hating eachother more than ever, okay?" And by the way his eyes dart from my own, to my lips, I think he's convincing himself more than me.

I slowly nod my head, and move towards him.

One kiss dawn, that's it. One. Quick, easy, gross. Just get it over with.

His hands run down and grasp my waist, and mine around his neck.

I see him take in a breath, and then I push our heads together, and our lips touch.

And something happens that neither of us wanted.

Sparks.

Feeling, emotion, passion.

We pull away quickly, both looking at eachother with wide eyes.

Before i can say anything, his lips are slammed into mine once again, and my hands move to his hair, as our lips caress eachother.

His large hands grasp my waist tightly, pulling me towards him. When we are pressed against eachother, he groans, and I do the same.

He slips his tongue into my mouth, and it's amazing.

When the kiss is over, it's neither of us who stops it.

The door to the bathroom flies open, and Luke and I separate fast, out of breath.

The guy, a nerd, looks at luke with wide eyes and leaves the bathroom quickly.

Our eyes are drawn back together, and we just stare at eachother for a few seconds.

"What the fuck just happened?" He is the first one to speak.

"I-i don't know.." I say, and he realizes his hands are still on my waist.

He yanks them away and runs them through his hair, and I stand there awkwardly, playing with the rings on my fingers.

He lifts his gaze from the floor to my eyes, and I look at him also.

"Shit." And his lips are smashed on mine for the third time, this one quick, but not any less amazing.

When we pull away, his hands leave my hair, and mine his, and he turns around, leaving the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.

I sink down to the floor, feeling faint, and bury my head in my hands.

"What the hell just happened."
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hi loves :)

So uh yeah this chapter made me squeal SOO.

You've been asking for another one so here you go.

Enjoy :)

Love you all

///becca .xx