Chapter 9: A Bad boy and a face mask

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Hey guys! This chapter is also dedicated to @NdKat15 for revising the blurb! And @k_amit for saying I should update :P Love you guys! :P


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"What the heck are you two doing!?"


My sister had barged into my room— a hobby of hers— at the wrong moment, catching Royce and I in a very awkward position.


She began to pace back and forth, her fingers massaging her temples as she was muttering lectures and advice about raging hormones- raging teenage hormones to be exact.


I brought my attention back to Royce who was still balancing himself over me with the both of his hands beside my head.


"What are you doing!?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Get off me!"


I was punching him and trying to push him off of me but Royce didn't even budge. He was busy observing Megan so I had nothing to do but wait for him to get off of me. He was too heavy for me to lift, and too ignorant to notice that it isn't a comfortable zone to be under his body. Like, I'm a girl and you're a boy, you're making me blush.


Once he was done observing Megan, he suddenly turned to look at me, catching my eyes. We stared into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds before realizing that this was awkward, so I immediately averted my gaze to his forehead.


Royce opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but  he just shook his head and did a push up, closing in the distance between our lips then pushed again to get himself to sit on the back of his legs.


"Look at her, she keeps on telling advice about these raging teenage hormones, but she just kissed a guy last night," He muttered.


"What?"


I didn't know what made me surprised, the fact that our lips brushed against each other or that Megan kissed a boy. The moment our lips brushed against each other was like lighting up a match, there were sparks.


I blinked and hurriedly sat up. I'm not a matchmaker for now, so the love problems should be solved later. I even have love problems myself! There may be a lot of questions I have to ask Royce about why he but Megan, for sure she has a lot more of questions in store for us.


Royce had offered me a hand and I quickly grabbed it then pulled myself up.

He groaned. "Dude, you're heavy."


"Excuse me, you're the one who's heavy!" I retorted back after I got on my feet.


He was about to say something back when Megan interrupted with a yell.


"You, and you!" She pointed to me and Royce. "Why were you on top of her?"

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