Five minutes later we were still kissing but this "kiss" couldn't merely be called a kiss anymore as it had escalated into a full on makeout session a while ago.
I finally pulled away from the kiss for lack of air and opened my eyes only to see Carlo staring at me with wide eyes and a crowd of my classmates there to watch me make a fool of myself.
As i saw all of them there either gawking like fools or laughing i felt an irrepresable urge to escape this- all the smirks and gawks and laughter- so i did what any normal person would do. I ran away.
I was barely away for a minute when i heard someone run after me. It may be surprising to most of you but even though i'm fat i am a really fast runner.
I made it to the kiosk when i finally saw Gem Clare's face. Apperantly she was the one chasing me. She sat down beside me and waited.. i think. Waited for me to say something.
"Why are you here?", i asked with venom.
"Why are you?", she asked with a bright smile flashing her dimples.
I stiffled a groan of exasperation as i really hate it when people answer my questions with questions even though I do that. What can i say? Hypocrisy at its finest.
Anyway i ignored it and chose not to lash out at her and to be the better man as i had this feeling about her. This feeling that we would grow to be great friends.
"I'm Gem Clare by the way", she said.
"I know. Katherine", i said holding out my right hand which she shook with her left sealing our friendship.
We talked for a few minutes about unimportant and often random topics like our favourite colors mine being blue and hers being green and our various sibling mine being Katrina and Kara (Yeah, my family really has a thing for K) and hers being Kylie and Adrien.
We were talking animatedly about a random topic when Mica Young, the prettiest girl in my class and my class's vice president called us in so we could start the getting-to-know you activities with our various partners.
I really hoped i didn't get ANY boy as a partner. Okay fine, you got me. I just hoped that i wouldn't get Carlo as a partner.
When i got in with Gem and Mica i was able to be the me everyone knows me to be: a friendly, thoroughly shameless girl. I gave smiles all around silently and secretly thriving on all my classmates awestruck gawks at how quickly i was able to pull myself together.
Since the boys and girls in my class of thirty-two were equally divided, sixteen boys and sixteen girls, Miss Santiago, my adviser told all the boys to pick a strip of paper and read it out loud.
It all kind of passed by until he called out my name officially signing my death sentence. Okay fine i'm being dramatic, i know but i really like him but he has a girlfriend which he failed to personally tell me about and probably didn't like me and his girlfriend was most likely my polar opposite.
I know that i barely know the guy even though he's my classmate but i know there's a possibility of me falling for this guy and i can't let my heart get hurt.
I don't or as the say in Tagalog (a Filipino language that i was trying to learn) hindi ko gusto namasaktan ako.
He walked over to me with swagger looking like he was feeling cool or FC (though FC mostly refers to 'feeling cute' and 'feeling close) and sat down on the empty seat next to me then he sucked in a deep breath probably sucking up his huge ego and blurted out six words i never though would hear cross his beautiful lips.
He blurted out the sentence, "I'm sorry for kissing you, Katherine" and he continued to add insult to injury by adding, "I don't even know why i did. You're not my type and i don't like you like that."
Wow!! What a great fucking compliment!! Kiss me, Mess with my feelings and then tell me that you don't like me!! Award for Most Charismatic Person goes to Carlo fucking Devin!!
Note the fucking sarcasm.
I just looked at him angrily with a 'did you just say that' look on my face. I sucked in a small breath and said, "It was nothing. Just forget about it 'cause i'm most certainly going to. Okay?" then i added the bitchiest comment that i could think of that gave me the added bonus of messing with his ego.
I added, "Tip for later.. I mean i hope you don't hate me but number one get breath mint or gargle mouthwash FIVE times a day because your breath was like a dogs and number two work on your kissing skills because they need ALOT of improvement" then i flashed a semi-innocent, semi-teasing smirk and just incase you're thinking something along the lines of 'Oh, how can a smirk be innocent' trust me mine most definately are if i put some effort.
He looked stunned and a bit pissed and was probably going to give a lame-ass comeback or a boring speach but Miss Santiago announced that the person who had called a persons name would be that persons partner until dismissal time or since i was in countdown mood seven hours since it was nine a.m. right now.
The first game was the getting to know you game or as i called it an ever joyous game of twenty-one questions with the guy i just dissed.
In other words i got to spend the next hour or so asking Carlo questions and answering his and when he asked me a question that he shouldn't have cared about. He asked me if i had a boyfriend.
"Well do you have one?", he asked seeming impatient.
"Not right now", I replied trying not to think about the last one.
Ash Stanley, my boyfriend the first couple months of sophomore year. Smart, charming and complicated. He had shown me what it was like to have fun, real fun.
One night he tried to convince me to go with him to some drug dealer to try drugs but i was firmly anti-drug so i said no and he walked out.
It was the last time anybody saw him. Alive that is, it was the last night anyone saw him alive.
Carlo shook me waking me up from that nightmare of a memory.
"What?", I snapped at him suddenly irritated for no obvious reason.
"Sorry", he said not seeming sorry at all. "You just had this really haunted and vaguely creepy look on your face"
"Nevermind that. I'm weird that way. Now what were you asking?"
The whole morning kind of passed by until around eleven when we had to slow dance with our partners.
Yeah, i had to slow dance with my most 'beloved' partner. Dear God, kill me.
