One Last Song.

Chapter Two:

                       The next day at school no one talked to me. Besides Phia, and I avoided her at all costs, it was a living hell. I wanted nothing to do with her or her brother. Okay, I can't lie, wanted something to do with her brother. Something he didn't seem to want me to have, no more winks, no more stares. It was painful. He was painful, then it hit me! I'm not trying hard enough. He's not interested in me, because I don't seem interested in him. So, when I got to history I was careful to take makeup boy, Dalton's, seat. I swung my legs around my desk, successfully getting Cole's attention. I noticed Phia staring at me from across the room, I felt really bad. She seemed, hurt. I don't know why she would be, okay, I do. She must think I was using her to get to her brother. I tried to convince myself that I didn't care, and for the time being, it worked. "Hey," Cole said as I sat down, and I don't think he took his eyes off me for the rest of the class.

                     On the bus ride home I sat down at an empty window seat. Right before we took off, Cole jammed into the seat next to me. He seemed out of breath, "Hi," I breathed, surprised. He just winked, on the inside i was screaming, WTF man! What's a wink supposed to mean!? But on the outside I just stood there dumbfounded,  staring into the seat ahead of me. Then I made the stupidest mistake of my life, I cupped his cheeks and kissed him. I tried to get off the bus two stops early, but Cole followed me, and so did Phia. "Crissy! Wait up!" Cole called as he ran to catch up to me. Man, he's athletic. I thought to myself as he easily caught up. "Hey, about on the bus I was ju-" I started. Then, he kissed me, and I kissed back. About five glorious seconds later, he broke the kiss. I wondered why, until I turned around and saw her, Phia, standing there, her ever-present books dropped to the floor, tears in her eyes. Then she ran, and Cole ran after her. "I'm so sorry!" He called back to me, his voice piercing through the distance between us. For the time-being, I believed him.

                    Once I got home I b-lined strait for my room, trying to make it look like I'd been there the whole time. I was sweaty and out of breath, the kiss still burning in my mouth. I looked in the mirror, seeing the mascara that had pooled around my eyes, I went into my bathroom and washed all the color and lift from my face. I realized that some of my lipstick must have smeared onto Cole because there wasn't much left to scrub off. What would my parents, my helicopter parents, say if one day I came home with a lipstick kiss on my cheek. They would give me hell. Well, I guess I already am used to hell so they'd probably give me something worse. Something worse.