Changing Her (Hiatus)

Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Steph’s POV

Fate. This is entirely your fault. Or is it a coincidence? The important thing now is that it’s him we’re talking about here. Sam Hastings, also known as my douche-bag of an ex. as in seriously? Let me say these things first to aid your problem with the lacking of information on my case. With all the guys I’ve been through, he is the first guy I’ve fallen for otherwise known as my first love. What can I say? I always loved to eat a lot of cheese. I can sometimes be the type of girl in which if I fall, I fall hard or even harder. That’s actually not the important details I’m about to discuss but never mind. I have had enough of this guy ever since we broke up three months ago. If I say that I’m the reason on why we broke up, I’m probably partly lying. Partly because I announced the break-up but the majority is his fault. Being young means being dumb, careless, abnormal, you get what I mean, no offense. My mind always had fun written all over it and at that time I wanted to discover things like an ordinary teenage girl would do and that includes having feelings with the opposite sex. When I first met him, he immediately made a first impression as a player and also a bad boy, breaking things up and having no care with what tomorrow is. Everyone and almost everything says that I have to stay away from him, but that is when we became lab partners. We became closer because of a frog. Yes, a frog and we both dissected it and it’s so cool. Anyway, forget about the frog. Afterwards we became even closer and we learned to like each other and then he asked me to be his girlfriend. Who could say ‘no’ after he said these words, ‘I will change for you.’ A little long after that, he started to show another side of him, the one I’ve never seen before. The screws on his head got loose and he said he wants to have me on bed. I knew better and I don’t want to give up myself at that time, so what I did is run. Seems like I made the right choice, the minute I saw him hooking up with a blonde on his apartment, he cheated for short. He didn’t even chase me after I said we we’re done and punching him across the face. Slapping is so cliché and he had a black-eye the next day.  We became mad at each other and he began tormenting me. Not really a nice way break-up for it was my first time ever to cry for a guy and I loved him. The end.

Frozen up in solid-state, not believing what I’m seeing right now. Officially, I’m over him and that’s the truth but hell, he’s got even hotter this time. At this rate, I don’t know how to talk to him, hell; I don’t even know what to do. Beside me was Gab talking about how Jett ate a bottle of mustard and thinking it was cheese, but the rest was all drowned at the back of my head. Four meters away it was all it could take for me to distract myself.

“Gab, kiss me.” I ordered him quickly, panicking.

“Excuse me, what?” He stopped on his tracks and stared at me with bewilderment and disbelief.

“Just kiss me!” I almost pleaded. Why am I even doing this? Maybe because of the fact that talking with your ex is awkward, or because he’ll pester me around like he did back then. It’s got to be either one of those.

“Wh—?” I cut short his sentence and pulled him by the neck with my free hand, kissing him. I carefully set aside my broken arm to avoid it being hurt. His lips were warm and soft and so kissable. He returned the favor by kissing me back. I felt one strong arm grasping my waist pulling me closer until our bodies were almost glued together. His other hand was placed at the back of my head, clutching a fistful of my hair. The word may be best on describing this is slow, or passionate, or breath-taking, or appeasing, or do you have any other words because I’m out for the moment. A sweet sensation of tingles was sent down my body and my legs felt all mushy after he nibbled the circumference of my mouth. He stopped for a millisecond to lick my lower lip asking for entrance. I almost moaned. God, this guy’s a pro. I could tell by the way he breathes unlike me who was almost gasping for air, and to think I started this kiss.