Get Out Of My Face!

An Almost Kiss

Detention was finally over and it sucked to say the least. At the moment, everyone from our giant friend circle was crowded in my living room. There was Zach, sprawled all over the couch, not leaving space for even an ant to sit beside him. Violet, who was sitting on an arm chair. The bimbo was sitting on the floor with Greyback and another friend of ours, and Scott was sitting on the other couch, beside me.

Yeah, I was hyperventilating, we were that close!

Jason's head of messy black hair that he is obsessed with for a reason that is absolutely beyond me, was in front of me, I hate him. He thinks his hair is so awesome, yeah right, it looks like shit. I assure you of that. I mean, who does he think he is? Roaming around wearing beanies and trying to look cool with Nike trainers and stuff. Ugh, he makes my blood boil.

And then there's Scott, he has lovely sun streaked honey brown hair, that I for one, would love to run my fingers through during a heavy makeout session. I sighed dreamily as the thought overtook my senses.

Once more, I looked back from the loser to Scott. Jason was tall, he's a giraffe according to me. Ugh. And Scott, he was the perfect height. Just tall enough to let me place my head on his shoulder without my neck snapping into two.

Okay, I'm lovesick.

"I need to use the bathroom." The little devil muttered, snapping me out of my thoughts, before standing up and heading upstairs.

"When do you not need to? Do you have diarrhea or something?" He turned around to glare at me, while I smirked and the rest of the room laughed.

"Oh, shut up, carrot. You're such a bipolar bitch, you know." I rolled my eyes and watched his back retrieve upstairs. What a dick.

His presence was hardly missed, well I didn't miss it anyway. Everyone else sort of did I guess, because around ten minutes later when the idiot hadn't come back, they all asked me to go upstairs and search for him.

"Why me? I hate the asshole, and all of you know it!" My brother laughed and said, "Because you both are going to fight, and that sort of entertainment is way more amusing than TV." I was about to flip him off with my middle finger but before I could, Scott added in, "I'll go with Alex..."

And that seemed to shut me up. No protests, no nothing.

I noticed Vi's lips turn up to form a smirk, and I felt my cheeks burn a bit.

Scott and I started walking upstairs and as we did, somewhere in between, his hand sort of grabbed a hold of mine.

Now I know, all that cliche stuff like "butterflies in my tummy" and shit sound so fake and all but I swear I felt something running around in my stomach, and no, they were not as calm as butterflies. It almost felt like there was an elephant hopping around in there.

Yeah, I was nervous to say the least.

We reached the corner and we were rather close, as we took a turn for my room, he sort of stopped. He still had my hand in his, and he stood there, motionless. There was a wall dangerously close to us, and I wouldn't mind doing things to him against it...

What, it's not like you've never been crazy for a guy before!

Before I knew what was happening, he had my back pinned against the wall, our faces were dangerously close. My chest was beating against his and I could feel the sexual tension hanging in the air.

I heard a few sounds from my room, but I didn't care.

All that mattered was this bloody moment that I'd been waiting for. For ages, might I add. Scott's breath mixing with mine was enough to make me lose my mind, and forget everything in the entire world. I didn't even know my name anymore.

His lips were practically lingering on mine and we inched, closer, almost there, I shut my eyes and felt his hands cup my cheek, it was happening.

I was about to get my kiss with Scott, just a second away.

Or, so I thought.

"Woaahh..." an annoyingly familiar voice made us shift apart. Scott jumped away from me, and my face was a scarlet red, my cheeks felt like they were on fire. After regaining my confidence in a second, I looked up and saw the all too familiar dickhead, Jason Greyback.

I won't leave that bastard. He ruins everything!

He rose his left eyebrow and gave Scott a look before shooting me a smirk and mumbling an inaudible, "Sorry, guys...Didn't mean to interrupt or anything." Scott glared at him, as the devil's smirk grew wider (if that was even possible), someone please give me the permission to fucking smack that bloody smirk off his face.

After a rather awkward silence, Scott finally spoke, "Uh...let's go back down...They'll be wondering where we are..." he scratched his neck nervously as I agreed with him and we headed downstairs to be greeted with a bunch of eyes staring expectantly at us.

And also two smirks, one from Jason, the idiot. And the other from Vi, I think she had an idea as to what happened up there.

We both went and sat back down on the couch and I watched Jason smirk at me, then Scott, the both of us glaring daggers at him. When the silence was finally broken by my brother, "What took you guys so long?" I cringed inwardly. "Er, we were just looking for the asshole and stuff...you know." Jason seemed unfazed by the nickname I had decided to give him and said, "Stuff? What kind of stuff guys?" I suppose Scott was as pissed as me, he just went like, "Can you shut up? Do you have to ruin everything? Cunt." Jason opened his mouth and the next moment caused quite some chaos, "Well! It's not my fault, I was just surprised. I mean it's weird, you guys were about to fucking kiss-" he was cut off by none other than Zach.

"KISS? What the fuck?" I looked over at Vi, and saw her raise her eyebrows suggestively. I resisted the urge to walk up to her, tie her up and throw her out the window.

Scott came to the rescue before things could get any weirder, "About to! Okay, we didn't do anything. Gosh." Zach rolled his eyes and cooled down before saying, "Well, I always knew it was going to happen. You guys are crazy about each other. DISGUSTING."

Scott and I shared a look before the floorboards became rather interesting to me. "Shut up..." I mumbled, playfully hitting Zach on the arm and not-so-playfully hitting Jason on the arm, "Ow! Stop being such a bitch!" I smirked and sat back down.

The rest of the evening was spent with the occasional snide remarks from Jason, and the never ending teasing from everyone else in the room.

I fucking hate the devil.

That kiss, that kiss, that stupid kiss! I've been waiting for it for ages and he just has to come and spoil it. Yeah, great just great. Thanks, you bloody asshole.

Fuck him. That idiot.