Highly Unlikely [BxB]

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The Things Friends Are Made For

I knew how this went. I've had the brutal first hand experience already. Julian would probably never speak to me again because history was such a fan of repeating itself.

Maybe I was a magnet for rich white boys, because this was Kit's whole scenario all over again. The plus on this one was that I couldn't get expelled twice.

The only difference with this experience and Kits' is that this time, I felt every single thing. Every single thing was little fires sparking up in several places inside me. That was crazy, because never have I ever kissed anyone and felt that way. To the point where I could not stop thinking about it for more than ten seconds. My brain replayed everything like it was just yesterday. No, it didn't happen yesterday, it was an entire week ago.

I wouldn't play around about it, this was the seventh day that we hadn't spoken and I'll admit that I'm counting. Maybe if I'd never met Juju, then this would have been fine and pretty easy to shoulder.

But after meeting him, to spend seven whole days without speaking to him or texting for that matter, was really difficult. God knows the number of times I've gone to our inbox, like if I stared at the older message bubbles long enough, he would actually text me. He hasn't yet, and I couldn't bring myself to make the first move.

Yes, it's been bugging me.

When Kit kissed me, I hadn't questioned my sexuality, even as I'd kissed back. It felt a little awkward, but good, just like any other kiss. With Julian however, I questioned everything, down to why my dick was getting so excited because of a mere kiss.

At that time, so much had been going on in my mind that I'd stopped him because I needed to think. And that's when Juju had panicked and run away, or at least how I saw it. I remembered how he'd looked embarrassed and cursed why I was so quiet the entire time. That was guaranteed to make anyone self-conscious. Way to go Kayden.

But it was just a kiss, surely he could get over that. It didn't mean anything, well...it didn't have to. Fuck, I don't even understand myself. One part of me readily agreed with that logic as if in hopes that by thinking that way, it would make everything easier. But the other part of me could not just accept it for what it was, deep down it said; there's no use fighting it, that kiss was everything and you know it. But that was the thing, I didn't know, if I could understand then maybe I wouldn't have endured an entire week without speaking. And counting.

I was hanging on to every shred of hope that he would contact me, anything. I just wanted to know that he was also somehow affected by the silence like I was. Did he not miss hanging out with me as much as I missed hanging out with him? Do you not understand that communication goes both ways? My brain would always shoot back at me.