foreign // lrh (discontinued)

6

"Kiss and Tell"

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IVY;

French class was not the most entertaining; that's what Ivy thought, at least. Especially since Madam Baler wasn't necessarily the most laid back of all. In spite of that fact - French class still was not the worst class of the day; yet.

The sight Ivy had seen was a sight didn't like, but in theory, if she wanted to survive her High School year, she had to put up with it.

She rushed to her locker, looking at her timetable. Physical Education, fantastic.

Ivy scurried into the locker room. She kept her gaze down, avoiding the view of half-naked girls.

Ivy sat in the far back corner, ignoring the looks she got. She glazes her eyes across the deserted view in front of her. Glossy, brown benches lined down the middle, as small blue lockers framed the room. Various colourful locks fell, hanging from the small knobs of the lockers. Ivy sees a girl turning the corner to this part of the room, almost no one sits here.

She approaches Ivy, her caramel skin tone, dewy in the dull lighting. Tasseled brown locks fall beside her face. Her green gaze darts to the different features in Ivy's face. Her behavior was unsettling, her steps in inconsistent patterns. She huffs in small breaths, the pattern of her breathing jumble the unspoken words in the air. She inhales.

Ivy recognizes her. Claire. "Hey, we were wondering if you wanted to come to a party this Friday night, it's only at Jenna's place so there won't be many people. Just us and a few others, want to come?" She asks nervously.

Ivy refuses. Thee had this moment several times. Ivy is a cynical person, cynicism stems from disappointment. It fails to sprout naturally, from the inside of a person. Ivy has been disappointed many times in her life, she doesn't plan to be failed any longer.

It is the assumption of other's integrity is what leads to the desolation of personality. Claire is not astounded by Ivy's rejection, as many attempts have been declined. She sighs, and heads back to her group of friends.

The Phys Ed teacher, Mrs Doyle claps and yells in motivation as her students around the school for the 12th and final lap. Ivy is in first place, which doesn't surprise many people as Ivy had been a track star her whole life. Ivy didn't like to admit it, she liked to stay grounded.

The class just ends, and lunch break finally reoccurs. Ivy settles herself into her old car and drives to a take away restaurant. She buys a small meal and continues driving. Reaching her destination, the familiar feeling of eeriness washes over Ivy and it finally feels like home again. Lightly and carefully, her feet pat away from her car to the fresh grass. The sun is bright, Ivy finds herself a shady spot beneath a tree. She doesn't decipher what kind of tree it is, Ivy just continues to relax, inhaling the almost non-existent breeze. It's silent, and for a moment Ivy feels as if she's the only person functioning in the world at the moment. The world is frozen, and the loneliness swallows every shred of her being, Ivy loves it.

Smothered in between the grass and tree branches, she bites her sandwich. She glimpses at the time on her phone, which reads the fact that there's still half an hour remaining until Ivy needs to go back.

She finishes her food, and packs the remains away into her bag.

Snap. A stick breaks under the pressure of weight. Ivy's head turns in a swift motion.

"I knew I would find you here." He shrugs. His brown hair snuggled between the greens. He bats his arms, pushing away branches from his way. He shakes his head, smiling. "Luke told me."

"What?" Ivy asks, confused.

He takes a few seconds to look at Ivy, then sits down on the grass beside her. "We couldn't find you, so he told me that you might be in a far away valley, seated peacefully under a tree, possibly eating a sandwich" He jokes.

"Why didn't Luke come?" Ivy asks again.

He grins. "What, are you disappointed? Lukey isn't coming, but you got me instead." He wiggles his bushy eyebrows.

"No. I'm not disappointed." Ivy sternly says. "We should head back, it's a 10 minute drive from here to school, we don't need to be late."

"Don't worry, Luke will be right at the door waiting for your return." He suggests. "Plus, we could stay for a while. If I saw the right information, both of us have Music next, and our Music teacher, Mr Maurer, is almost always 10 minutes late. We have plenty of time. Sit down." He pats a spot in the grass. Ivy takes a seat.

"Should I call Luke? My other new friends? You know I met this pretty cool guy called Michael, we could invite him over, if you don't mind." Calum asked Ivy.

Ivy didn't know what to answer. Michael was seemingly an OK person, and she already knew Luke, so she allowed Calum to invite them over to her once lonely field.

Shortly, Ivy could see a car pull up in the distance. Calum stood and started waving.

Three bodies jumped out of the car, and Ivy wondered.

As they got closer, Ivy could see Luke, Michael, and the same foreign face wearing the green velvet.

She stood, waiting to be formally introduced.

Calum spoke. "Hi Ivy, you might already know, but this is Michael," he motioned to Michael.

"And this is Ashton." Luke completed. Ivy Smiled, waving.

As time passed by, Ashton and Luke realized they were volunteering for Mr Maurer, and they rushed back to school in their vehicle.

Calum got a text message saying the cheerleaders were fighting, Calum wanted to see that.

Michael and Ivy were left alone.

Michael looked up and around, describing the place as the perfect spot to make out. Michael looked her way and winked. Ivy cringed, which was understandable.

Ivy wasn't much of a mingler. She never flirted with boys, and boys never flirted with her.

But suddenly, as their faces got closer and their breathing was heard, kissing this boy didn't seem like such a bad idea. His eyes glimmered in the hot sun and his lips seemed inviting.

They got closer, and as their lips finally collided, their bodies moved in unison. His lips felt soft, and his hair was soft.

The couple stopped, pulling away from each other.

They both thought the same thought. They burst out into laughter, "Never again." They both said, establishing the missing feelings of sparks.

Though Michael was an attractive boy, he didn't make her feel like Sam. She never kissed Sam, but just his touch left her wanting more.

As Ivy and Michael continued to chat, they realized it was time to leave. Ivy drove Michael back to school.

What she did not notice was the memories of the kiss left on their bodies.

But inside, Ivy knew, she didn't kiss and tell.

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WOW THIS IS LITERALLY SO LAZY AND UGLY

but dw this is NOT a michael fanfic i SWEARERRDRRERRRRR ok the kissing thing was v spontaneous soz

but 1k reads 1k ppl are reading this garbage book thank u ily all sm sm thank u lots !!!