Azalea Reyes

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What do you do when Natalie Underwood kisses you?

Ok, maybe I need to backtrack a bit. It has been a day since Natalie showed up on my porch. A day since I inhaled the strong scent of alcohol and her cinnamon perfume. A day since I felt her lips press up against mine, and how her eyelashes brushed against my forehead. A day since—

I'm doing it again.

I take a deep breath before reaching for my phone. Ari would know what to do. Ari, my best friend ever since Nate, Natalie decided that I just wasn't worth it. I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming. What does Natalie want? She was the one who ditched me for popularity, she was the one who pretended that we were strangers. Why was she coming back now? I can almost feel the hair on my neck stand up as my ears ring with her so familiar, yet so unfamiliar voice.

"Do I know you?"

Shaking my head, I call Ari. As expected they answer instantly. "Ari." My voice wavers a bit. 

"Holy shit are you okay? I haven't seen you this bad ever since—"

"Natalie kissed me."

"Pardon?"

"NATALIE FUCKING KISSED ME!" I scream into the phone. "Woah, jeez you didn't need to scream y'know."

"What do I do?" I ask.

"How would I know?" He says, huffing.

"Because you know everything"

"Flattering, but no." A silence pans out before Ari mumbles,

"when did it happen?"

"Yesterday."

"What time?"

"Eleven something P.M."

"Did you like it?" Ari says in their incredibly annoying 'Know it All' voice. Which manages to be even more annoying considering that this is a serious situation. Or may I say shituation. Ok I'll shut up now.

"Ari..." I trail off.

"Ok, ok I'm sorry." He says in a voice that suggests he's anything but remorseful.

"What do I do?"

"Talk it out maybe?" He says, and for the first time he sounds uncertain.

In our three years of friendship, I've never seen Ari Kumar ever hesitate while giving advice. A bottomless pit forms in my stomach. Memories from the first day of junior and last night surface. My lungs get filled with that familiar scent of Nate's favorite cinnamon perfume, and my vision blurs.

I'm doomed.

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