Dude, I Kissed Your Mom! (DISCONTINUED)

17. 💋

The picture spread like fucking wildfire devouring a sea of dry hay. By the time I got back home and climbed up my bedroom window, the Instagram picture had already accumulated over 50k likes! The comments were massively negative and degrading with the viral hashtags of #CharliCharityCase and #MaxDoin'CharityWork. I don't bother to take my shoes off as I drop onto my bed , my back fusing with the springy mattress underneath me, phone held above my face as I thumbed up my phone screen, unable to look away from the Instagram post.

Another like, and another, and another....over 20 more likes and it just kept going!

Next week was probably going to be one for the history books. Maybe I should plot my demise before Monday comes, maybe I should drink a glass of toilet water in hopes that it would get me ill, that way I get to miss school. But for how long can I fake being sick? I scroll back to the image, the undebatable picture of Charli kissing me. The way her hands had grasped against my upper arms, her neck stretched up to plant her lips on mine. And my eyes pinched shut, receiving the unforseen kiss.

Another ten more likes.

What happened after the kiss also contributed to the impending insomnia I was about to have. The way she looked at me almost as though she'd seen the devil's incarnate or the abominable snowman. Despite the jeering noises in the background, Charli still managed to voice out her excuse of being too drunk that's why she did what she did.

" Fuck, this alcohol is messing me up!" She said in a breathless voice, pushing herself off of me, eyes still glued on me, or more accurately, on my lips. But what's even more puzzling was that she didn't reek of the alcohol that she was speaking of. Didn't taste like it. Through the three -maybe four second kiss, I didn't detect any taste of liquor. In fact, the taste that lingered after she pulled away was the taste of peppermint and orange.

" I-I....gotta go...gotta get outta here..." The last words to me before storming outside, ignoring the sea of mocking students as she squeezed her way , headed to the door. Tina followed right afterwards, leaving me to suffer the weight of the teases and mocking laughter.

The way Zac looked at me....boy! Astonishment would be an understatement. His jaw hung open, afraid it'd fall off his face , his eyes testifying the absurdity of what he'd just witnessed. If only he knew....

Speaking of the devil, my phone vibrates from inside my hands, the caller id showcasing Zac's name . My stomach lurches at it , manifesting a violent throw up as the alcohol I had previously chugged down at Tyson's party churned inside my stomach like a cyclone. I tried to prophesy what he wanted to say to me- probably yell at me for kissing her sister, probably call me insulting names and end our friendship, probably threaten to burn my house and down as revenge for taking advantage of his sister....All possible case scenarios.

Pushing down the nauseous feeling on my throat with an aggressive gulp, I decided to face the music and hit the receive button, with trembling hand, I held the phone to my ear. Waiting for the worst.

" Max?" His voice sounded gravelly, hoarse and groggy. It was way past two a.m so I totally understood.

I hummed in response, suddenly losing the voice to properly speak.

" Are you still up?" I rolled my eyes at that stupid question. Of course I'm up , weirdo! Otherwise I wouldn't have answered the goddman phone!

I hum another response despite the sarcasm dancing in my head for his foolish question.

" Good, 'cause I wanted to talk to you." I hear him shuffling through the phone, a loud sigh proceeded before he dove back to the conversation at hand. " So what's going on with you and my sister? Should I be worried about you two? Should I do something about this - I....I am stumped! This is too fucking much for me to unpack like,what the fuck!"