Portraits [On Hold]

Chapter 12- Mixed Emotions

June's POV:

"What are you two doing?!" Mr. Falkov yelled, causing both of us to pull away. Our eyes wide, both of us trying to catch our breaths.

"I put you as partners so you could work in peace, not to go from one extreme to the other and make out in my class! Get back to work!" He yelled, disbelief and anger in his voice.

He gave us one last scolding look before turning around and walking away.

I looked back at Aiden who was looking at me with a shocked expression. I awkwardly looked away, and then I heard him speak.

"What was that all about?"

"Well, you wouldn't shut up so I had to do it before Falkov caught us arguing. I refuse to get kicked out because of your fault." I said and he still just continued to stare at me, still in shock that I kissed him.

"And stop looking at me like that. It didn't mean anything. I did it for my own good. Now let's get started on my painting since I ruined yours—sorry by the way." I said, mumbling the last part, and quickly walked over to where the stool was at and sat on it.

He made his way over to where the canvases were, grabbed a new one and placed it on the easel. He didn't say a word at all and just began to paint away.

While he stared at me, I felt my heart hammering inside my chest.

I thought about the moment we'd just shared and couldn't help but notice the fact that as much as I hated to admit it, I liked it.

I actually liked that stupid kiss.

I even, dare I say, felt something.

Don't ask me what exactly it was that I felt, but I certainly didn't feel nothing. The worst part about it is that although it only lasted a few seconds, he actually kissed me back.

Yes, the little punk had the nerve to kiss me back.

What am I supposed to make out of that?

He likes me?

He took the chance since I was kissing him because he's a thirsty male?

What am I supposed to think? Hot boys don't just kiss me back.

Heck, hot boys don't even notice me.

What the heck was I even thinking?!

Oh yeah, I wasn't thinking.

I don't think I'll ever understand myself. I really don't. I can't understand why is it that one second I can't even stand the thought of him but then the next, I feel like I've known him my whole life. We have such great moments but then we argue so much. I don't know why he infuriates me so much yet also makes me feel so different and free at times. How can I hate him and like him at the same time? How is that even possible?

And how is it possible to have felt things when I kissed him if I hate him?

Goodness, I seriously need a psychologist.

As much as I wish I didn't have to, I need to tell Blue.

Ugh, why did I do this?