Hurts

Chapter 7

Later he took a quick shower and came back just in his boxers his clothes in his hand, he was trained but not muscly.

"Do have a shirt and sweatpants you could borrow me for today?"

"Yeah, not sure if they fit you.", I looked for some clothes in my wardrobe.

"Here you go.", I handed him a large white shirt and grey sweatpants.

"Thanks, that should fit.", he quickly threw it on, and I tried not to stare.

"What movies do you have?", he jumped on the bed.

"I got action, romance, comedy, horror."

"Just put on some comedy, nothing too dramatic."

"Okay.", I put on some random comedy and sat next to him.

After a while he made the cheesiest cliché move in existence, stretching and lying his arm around me. I had to giggle and moved closer, doing the same to him. He turned on his side, resting his head on his hand, looking at me.

"What?", I looked back.

"Nothing.", he smiled.

"Then why aren't you watching the movie?", I turned around to face him, too.

"You're more interesting.", he placed his hand on my hip.

"You, too.", I did the same, also tangling our legs.

He came closer, staring at my lips, biting his, I could feel his breath on my face, he closed his eyes and our lips met again, this time not just a slight touch, I put my hand on his lower back, pulling him closer, closing the space between us.

He stopped and smiled at me, looking deep into my eyes, but we got interrupted by his ringing phone.

"Oh, come on! I'm f*cking busy!", he turned around to answer.

"Who was that?"

"I have to go. These idiots set my kitchen on fire.", he jumped up and changed.

"Seriously?! Should I come with you?"

"No, don't worry, I would lie if I said it's the first time."

"Should I ask?"

"No, either they wanted to cook or had a fight."

"Oh, well, see you then.", I hugged him.

"See you, Ads.", he kissed me.

"Wait! Are we dating now?", I blurted out.

"Let's say we're doing an experiment.", he smiled and rushed out.

I went to the living room and sat next to my mom on the sofa.

"Hey, where's your friend?"

"He had to go; his friends set the kitchen on fire."

"Is he okay?"

"I think so."

"Are you a couple?"

"We're not a couple, mom. We're erm.....trying."

"Be careful with him, I don't want you to get heartbroken."

"I am."

On Monday I put a small letter in his locker, wishing him luck for his test. I couldn't focus on my class my thoughts were with him, in the break I waited for him in the hallway.

"Hey, Dipshit!", he walked towards me with his gang of assholes.

"What?"

"Half of your answers were correct, I passed the test. I won't wipe the toilet with you this week."

"Come on, why not?", his friend asked.

"Shut it."

"Oh, good.", I nervously answered.

"Next time I want everything to be correct!"

"That's too much for his small brain!", his friend laughed.

"Then he has to practice."

"Let's see what the nerds brought us for lunch.", another guy suggested and started to leave.

"Come on, Mars. Let's go!"

"Join you in a second, he needs some punishment for the wrong ones, he's a twig he should fit in the locker.", Marlon smiled.

"Okay, more for us.", they left.

"Thank you so much!", he hugged me.

"No problem, curls."

"Roses are red, violets are blue, I wish you good luck and that I could rhyme, too? Seriously?", he laughed.

"Yes, I know I'm bad at it.", I pouted.

"It's cute don't worry."

"How's your kitchen?"

"Good, I was in time before something was seriously damaged, they wanted to cook."

"I suppose you can cook then?"

"Yeah, not good but enough to not burn the house down."

"You have to show me one day."

"Promise. I need to go now, see ya, Ads.", he waved and walked away, looking for his companions.

The rest of the day was calm, I avoided meeting his asshole friends and tried to be not too eye catching.