She Brung Me The Horizon

Chapter 13: Something's Gotta Give

I don't know how I feel.

Should I feel guilty for kissing Autumn?

Kissing her for the second time?

Or should I feel guilty because it's the second time I kissed her and liked it?

After the kiss you probably could expect or guess what happened next between us.

Did we stumble into the tourbus and lock the door behind us and have sex? No.

Did we keep kissing passionately? No.

She slapped me.

Autumn had backed away and the palm of her hand collided with my cheek, making me stumble back, away from her as I covered my cheek with my hand, shocked.

What did I do then? Besides feel mildly confused?

I straightened myself and stared at Autumn with wonder and confusion, her dark eyes staring right back at me.

Nothing, and nobody could look more vicious or betrayed.

"What did you do that for?" I exclaim, my voice deep. I didn't even have to gesture to my cheek since I was dead sure there was a red hand print clearly there.

Autumn closed the distanced between us with fast, angry strides, jabbing a pointed finger at me.

"You kissed me while I was drunk! That is not okay!" Her voice was outraged, dropping her hand to her side as her body shook furiously. I felt that if she rose that hand again it wouldn't be to jab a finger at me, it'd be to backhand the other side of my face.

Autumn shook her head and laughed bitterly, crossing her arms in what seemed to be disbelief.

"You let me continue to talk about it while we were in the front of the tourbus, Oliver. You didn't tell me then, you had a number of oppurtunities to. But you chose to tell your best friend Adri instead, and God knows who else." Autumn's voice was now sounding desperate, as if she didn't know whether to understand what I did or to hate me for it.

"Autumn, I know, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you but I didn't know how, you stopped talking to me and then I just-" I lost my words and my voice but I forced myself to continue.

There are no excuses but there are always explainations.

"I thought you hated me. You looked up to me a lot and then when you met me it's like you realized who I really am and didn't like me anymore; like just the idea of me was appealing, not the real me, not the one that only my friends know." I explain in a rant, it may not even be relevant but I had to get it off my mind.

I am frustrated. Royally frustrated.

Autumn's lost eyes met mine as she confessed heavily with dullness, "Well I guess I didn't expect the person I called my hero to be so keen on cheating on his soon to be wife."

I shocked Autumn when I let out a chuckle, as if she said something humorous. Her face took on the offended facial expression.

"You find this funny?" She threw her arms up in the air in defeat, "Are you kidding me?"

Our eyes in a staring contest, Autumn's eyes confused and beyond agitated while mine content.