Pom-poms and Guitar picks (gxg) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 24

Kelly's POV

I kissed her.

Oh my fucking god I kissed her.

This can not be happening.

What did I do? Why did I do that?

Okay, so you were grateful. People sometimes kiss other people out of gratitude, right? I'm sure that's just what it was. It can't be anything else. I'm sure of it.

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm not sure of anything anymore. The one thing that I am sure of is that I have no idea what's happening to me. I'm doing things I would've never done before. Thinking things I've never thought before. All because of her.

Her and her stupid hair. Her dumbass smirk she always wears on her face. Her ridiculously witty comebacks that annoy the crap out of me yet somehow I always end up smiling a little. Her toned body that she always flexes to impress her fan girls. Her. Just her.

I groan and shake my head to clear my thoughts. Okay, you're fine I told myself. It's not a big deal. But it was a big deal. It was a huge deal.

I inhaled and exhales five deep breaths. It's all good. I kept repeating in my head as I was walking hastily to first hour.

On one hand, I was already late, so I didn't know what good it would be to be walking faster. On the other hand, I wanted to get away from Kingsley Kurtis as fast as humanly possible.

I turned the corner and kept speed walking till I reached the classroom. I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

All eyes fell on me.

I could hear the hushed whispers of everyone around me. I saw them pointing fingers at me while they looked at me with shocked expressions. I felt their eyes burning holes into my brain as they stared. Mrs. Seas shushed them with a look in their direction. She turned back to me.

"Ms. Kaplan, may you explain to me why you're late?" She asked hands on her hips.

"Oh, you know... I just got caught up in something and lost track of time."

"Really?" I nodded. "Okay then, go sit down, Kelly." I walked to my seat and sat with my head down, not wanting to look at anyone. Mrs. Seas then asked. "You don't suppose you know where Kingsley Kurtis is, do you?"

"I, uh..." I stuttered, startled by the question. "No, I don't. Why do you ask?"

"I asked the class if any of them had seen you two and Ben told me he had seen you guys talking near your lockers."

I turned to glare at Ben. He just looked at me and smiled. The nerve of him.

"Well," I started. "We were talking, but it wasn't for long. Certainly wasn't long enough to constitute as talking, more like a quick acknowledgment of someone's presence, you know. And if we were ever talking, which we weren't, it wasn't enough to be late for first period. So I have no idea where she is."

Mrs. Seas gave me a blank stare. She blinked a couple of times, trying to gather her thoughts properly.

"Okay then, you weren't talking talking."

"Yes, we weren't talking talking."

"So you weren't the reason why she's late?"

"Nope."

"And you don't know where she is?"

"Why would I know where she i-"

"I'M SORRY I'M LATE!"

I was cut off by the door being slammed open. In came a disheveled-looking Kingsley Kurtis. Her hair was all messed up and going in all kinds of different directions. She was panting heavily as she had just run a marathon. I raised an eyebrow at her. She briefly glanced at me and then looked away again. I could've sworn I saw her cheeks flush, but that's probably just because she was exhausted.