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𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘.
❛ chapter eleven ❜
𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯.
did i.. hear that right?
i squint over at the boy and suddenly the great nerve i felt is absolutely dissolved by how my mind completely blanks. in fact, i completely stop, furrowing my eyebrows over at the boy who simply smiles over at me as if anything about him is simple- as if anything about what had happened that afternoon was simple. firstly, it was him sneaking into my house and then acting as if he was invited. secondly. he threw a temper tantrum over some fabric that i've never even worn on my body and now he's asking for a what?
"what?" i ask a bit too slowly, blinking over at mariano who in turn, blinks back over at me like he always does, constantly matching my actions.
"give me a kiss." he hums and before i know it, he's doing whatever he wants again, pulling me this time to his chest by my shoulders as he looks down at me, inflicting a confusion that i've never felt so strongly before. why, exactly, would he want to do such a thing- especially considering he's a man, and even deeper very much a lady's man. i don't have to know him to know that- all i see in class is girls gawking over him like he's some piece of meat.. so why would he want to kiss a boy? a boy he's 'friends' with, no less?
come to think of it, he's a very strange friend; i've never had one that acts like this.
"no. you're weird." i say, my voice unintentionally dimmed with silence from the way he seems to be waiting so intentionally, his dark eyes slicing into me so deeply that i don't even want to look back. he's too shameless and much too close. so close that i feel like my thoughts are somehow being pushed to the back of my mind, replaced with his dominating presence that i always seem to cramp under for some reason. something about it is just too strong- much too powerful at orchestrating a tension that always consumes me. "we're friends."
"yes. friends do everything together, do they not?" the older asks, almost as if he's taunting me simply because i can't understand what it is he's saying. mariano and what he says makes me question if i'm dumb, or if he's simply confusing. in a way, he's right- friends do do everything together, and the fact makes my heartstrings tug with a deep conflict before i realize what's wrong with this situation.
it's me- why am i not immediately refusing him?
i should be completely opposed to it and that's what makes me put my hands against his chest, intending to push him away but he just leans further in, putting a slight weight against me and all i can think about is how close he is; how bare his chest is and how i shouldn't be touching him there but apart of me is slightly appealed to it- slightly yearning to see if his skin is warm like mine and that of any other human, or as cold as his eyes and his words. the mere notion tints my cheeks with a slight red because i can't help but to feel guilty at the slight curiosity that immediately needs to be burned out. now.
he's not a good person.. his words are emotionless and so are his mannerisms. i can never tell if he hates me or actually likes me and that by itself is dangerous enough. not to mention, it's my first kiss and why would i have it with him?
still, my muscles are glued in my body and it seems i'm paralyzed as he steadily leans closer, looking me in the eye all the while and somehow grounding me to my spot with a single glance. unintentionally i tuck in my lower lip, nibbling unconsciously as i begin to wonder just how i ended up in this situation.
