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Chandler doesn't speak to me much the days following up to the beach party. Not in class, not after school when we are literally under the same roof.
Not that I notice, I think me rejecting his kiss took a toll on his ego. He seemed to be avoiding me, out of embarrassment or anger? I didn't know.
I'd do it over and over again if I could and it still wouldn't decrease the size of his head very much. The look on his face when I told him no was priceless. It looked like he didn't know what that word meant.
He didn't press me, to kiss me, after I said no he just had a disappointed look on his face.
But he held my hand the whole way home. When I got home I could still remember the feel of his calluses and the warmth of his hand and it made me blush the slightest.
I wore his hoodie to bed that night only because it was comfy and I was too exhausted to shower and change. I woke up smelling like Chandler, my hair, my skin, it was everywhere.
The next morning I shoved the hoodie deep into my closet.
The day after that, I returned it when I was babysitting Char, he gave me that disappointed look again.
"You don't want it back?" I ask holding the piece of fabric out to him, tilting my head confused.
"Of course I want it back, can't have people thinking you're my girlfriend." His words aren't said meanly, which makes me know he means it.
He doesn't snatch it, but the door slam in my face after he retrieves his hoodie tells me he so wanted to. All this from a boy who wanted to kiss me just two days ago.
I almost did, I've never kissed anyone and I think it's to the point where I should rip the bandaid off. My little sister has long surpassed me.
"Long time, no see, chica!" An enthusiastic, voice calls. It's Selena, whom I haven't seen since labor day.
Her lips are red and her hair curly and she smells like florals and she looks so sweet, like she wouldn't poison anyone.
But I know her true colors, enough to know that she's probably plotting something. I'm left defenseless at my locker, no J or anyone to save me from this encounter.
