How To Make Him Jealous

Chapter 5

Monday left me broken,

Tuesday I was through with hoping,

Wednesday my empty arms were open,

Thursday waiting for love.

Thank the stars it's Friday,

Burning like a fire gone wild on Saturday,

Guess I won't be coming to church on Sunday,

I'll be waiting for love to come around

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"Faith ?"

I stare at the open door. From where I stand next to Chris, I can make out the brown hair and awfully common blue eyes peeping through the door. The eyes darted around the room thankfully not opening it fully or me and Chris would be revealed.

My stomach knots and my heart suddenly thumps harder than ever on my chest as the persons voice rings out around the room again.
"Dylan, Chris ?" The horribly familiar voice shouts.

Dylan don't hear...Dylan don't hear...I silently plead in my head.

The desperation to run to the man at the door was painfully strong , so strong that I didn't realise Chris was gripping onto my arm.

As more of the mans face was revealed the feeling came back.
The one makes you breath but there's not enough air.
The one that makes you want to scream but you have no vocal chords.
And it filled me up and threatened to tear me apart.

I think quickly, what is going to happen next ?
I have 3 options,

1: Let him in and try and make conversation. Ugh not going to happen
2: Stand against the door and try and block it. Not strong enough
3: ...

I see a familiar face peeking round the corner and I panic, I go for the third option.

Very reluctantly, I grab Chris' arse, he turns to me, looking very surprised, and I kiss him as the door slowly opens.
Ew gross, should have gone for the second option.
Chris goes pink but doesn't pull away. It's like one of the those kisses in high school, when you don't have enough time so it's all wet and too fast.

I'm aware of the door opening wider and the rest of the mans face being revealed. I continue to share saliva with Chris, ignoring the onlooker at the door and in the short time the kiss lasted from that moment on, the door had slammed and a cars engine had started and the wet lip locking ended.

Chris pulled away and stared at me, trying to suppress the surprised look in his eyes.

Footsteps coming down the stairs broke the blue eyed stare down and Dylan's voice rang out. "Was that Liam ?" He asked, completely unaware of the kiss.

Yes, yes it was.

The plan had began.