The Dating Tradition [OLD VERSION]

Chapter 12 "The new girl who got kissed"

Chapter 12 "The new girl who got kissed"

"So how was he?" I turned back to see a blonde girl with a cheerleading uniform,looking up at me expectantly. I furrowed my eyebrows, momentarily confused by her question.

"How was what?" I asked, frowning at the blondie in front of me.

She rolled her perfectly eye-lined eyes then and scoffed, " Uh,duh! The hot new guy,named Josh - "

"John," I corrected her

"Whatever," she muttered,annoyed by how I corrected her mistake, " The kiss?! How was it? Was it breathtaking? Did his tongue tasted sweet? Did he grope you?!" Her eyes widened in excitement as she asked each and one of her prude questions.

I slightly gasped at her bluntness but chose to ignore this. All morning, I've been entitled and known as the girl who was kissed by the hot new guy. I simply rolled my eyes at that and thought of how stupid they are not to realize that I was also new here. To say that I was shocked was probably a complete understatement.

"Um, he was fine?" I said , uncertainty written on my face. I frowned, and looked around for a quick escape.My brother was still having football practice, and asked if I'll be alright on my own at lunch. Of course, I said the natural thing that a person would respond, I said "Yeah, sure. It's no biggie!" But that's the problem. It's not 'no biggie' to me! I mean, I've been interrogated and bombarded with questions from left to right, ever since what happened this morning. This whole 'I kissed the new guy' fiasco rumor is really starting to annoy the hell out of me. Every where I go, questions like "Is he good?" , "Are you guys dating? starts to fill within my ears. Some even had the audicity to ask such vulgar questions, like this cheerleader in front me just asked.

"Uh, of course he's fine! I mean, have you seen his body?! And don't forget about those lips of his! I mean, duh! Of course he's a good kisser, why would I even ask you that? But anyway - "

I blocked out the rest of her statement, tiredly rubbing my forehead. She didn't even understood what I said! Are all girls like this? Not that I'm discriminating or anything, it's just irritating to listen to the same constant question for a whole day.

Deciding not to listen to anymore of her rant, I just stood up and left her still rambling her voice out. I grabbed my bag below the cafeteria's table then plugged my earphones, but not before I did that, I heard her screeching voice shout "It's rude to walk away, you know!" And with me waving my hand without turning,as a sign of response to her. I already knew walking away from her was a rude thing to do, I don't usually do this but I guess you could say that this day is far from my usual school day. Yes, I was - still am - pissed about what happened earlier. John and I aren't exactly close back in Boston, so I guess you could say I was pretty confused by what he did. He kissed me then just walked away. Just like that! Even Grey and his friends looked at me as if I just grew a second head, and all I did was raise my hand and say " What the f*ck just happened?!" I was pretty sure that Grey and I had steam coming out of our ears. John's lucky the bell rung right after his fiasco or else Grey and I wouldv'e been running towards where he'd gone and killed him. Okay, maybe not kill him literally,just a little interrogation maybe.

There was no point in going to class since I wasn't really feeling well so I just went straight to the school's parking lot and went home.

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"I'm home!" I called out, my voice echoing through the wide, vast walls.

"In here, kiddo!"

Seconds later, my Dad's head popped through the kitchen's divider with a sandwich on his mouth. His whole facial expression was too funny that I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I walked towards the kitchen and found him still eating, his mouth - of course - still full of crumbs. Still smiling, I sat on the counter and grabbed the apple that was beside me.