Started With A Disaster

4: How to Get Your Kiss of Death

Hello, my dear Popsicles and chickens, today, I bring you the forth chapter of STARTED WITH A DISASTER.... Since the chapter name says it all, the main character will have their first kiss here.... WO—WHO!!!

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STARTED WITH A DISASTER

Chapter 4: How to Get Your Kiss of Death

The blaring noise of the irritating ambulance sirens woke me up from the soft frizzly dream I was having about the Starbuck's coffee being served by an extremely gorgeous dark-haired boy. No prizes for guessing who that was. I had been with this boy for only a few hours and I was already developing frizzly dreams about him. Great. Just great.

I grimaced as the noise got louder than before.

I nuzzled into the warmth of the hard blanket that surrounded my right side. "Shut up." I said. "Make it stop.. the noise..."

"Okay, Minette. It'll go away, I promise." I heard a very familiar voice.

"Hmm..." I said as I snuggle deeper into the warmth of the strong bod—

Wait, what?!

"AAHHHHH!!" I screamed as I jumped three feet in the air from fear, not knowing what had hit me. My head went back to the time when I was watching horror movie with Sam and Damon and the ghost had done an awesome job of killing his ex-lover by squeezing her to death. "Holy cow.. Holy cow.. Holy mother of cow.. Holy—" I stare at the half-naked boy in front of me between a clouded brain and hazed eyes. "Wait..." I blinked. And suddenly it all came back to me—the earthquake, the house, and.. "Oh,  Jayden?" I asked just to be sure.

"No. Barack Obama." He muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Would you like to go to White House and have a cup of coffee with me and also discuss the pure matters of the present situation of our country?"

I kept staring at him, dumbfounded. I guess he took it as a signal for him to continue the rant.

"I also think that you'd like to have a good night's sleep in my White House since you seemed to have some sleeping problems.."

I kept quiet.

"Oh right, you don't." He smirked. "Oops, my bad. Since you were actually sleeping on someone who is the most prized possession of America as in the sexiest man ever alive, I didn't notice you snoring your lungs out—"

"I don't snore!"

"—because the guy beside you was so good looking—" He continued as if I hadn't spoken.

"Don't flatter yourself!"

"—that you were completely invisible to me." Jayden finally completed.

I snorted. How could anyone be so insufferable?

"Minette..." He said softly staring at my face as he leaned towards me, like he was noticing something for the first time. And just like that, my previous irritation vanished replaced with unbearable nervousness. I couldn't help but look at his dark eyes clouded with strange tenderness and the frail smile on his lips. God, he was so handsome, just looking at him made me want to pull my hair out.