Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 6: *~Waist-Deep in Trouble~* (Pic of Claude by thesideee! xD)

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(Claude’s POV:)

‘I…kissed her. Oh good Lord…I did,’ I thought, giddily. ‘Her heartbeat…just like mine.’ Am I starting to have feelings for Avery? God. I think I am. That kiss a while ago proved it. Damn, I wish we did not pull away nor did we apologize. I’m totally feeling like shameless bastard right now.

But why did she apologize? Didn’t she feel the same way? But her heart…hammering against mine proved otherwise. Wait, where did she go? Man, I gotta go look for her.

I quickly ran out the house following Avery. I checked the front and backyard. She wasn’t there then the streets and the car. No sign of her there, too. I checked the garden and no luck. I heavily leaned on a lamppost and buried my face in my hands. She probably went home. Really smooth move, Lewis. Way to go, kissing a girl just like that.

After a few more seconds of reminding myself how much of a jerk I had acted back there, I decided grumbling and cursing myself wouldn’t help my current situation. As I was about to trudge back inside, I heard a muffled cry. I quickly followed the sound. It was coming from a girl, if I am not mistaken. Avery. I slowly walked to where it was coming from.

“Avery? Is that you? Are you here?” I asked. No response, just a muffled grunt and a sniffle. I tried to look around and on a bench, I saw her curled up and sobbing.

I heaved a sigh of relief before I walked to the bench.

I stopped in front of her and looked at her twisted figure. She was releasing racks of sobs and her face was deeply buried in her hands hidden behind her curled up legs.

I quickly took the spot beside her, she didn’t budge. I distanced a bit, seeing as she might slap me for doing what I did back inside. I didn’t mean it, I tell you, I just…it was like she was a magnet and I was some metal object…there’s just that magnetic pull, or whatever-you-call-it that made me do that. I know that explanation sounds geeky, so forgive me but I don’t really have any more appropriate way to describe it.

“Hey, hey, Avery. What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly. Geez, I totally felt like smacking myself after I’ve released those words. I kissed her and now I’m asking her what’s wrong? Of course, I’m wrong. Something about me is wrong. Kissing her is wrong because we don’t have a relationship and she did not permit me to do so. Did I steal her first kiss? Man, I didn’t intend on that. Or is she afraid to get kissed? I didn’t really mean that either and oh, hell no, I’ve no plans doing ‘it’ with her. Geez, that’s totally…twisted. The thought itself made me want to jump off a cliff. I’m not that bad. I don’t steal girls’ innocence in parties I invite them to… but when we kissed. It wasn’t awkward or anything. In fact, I think she’s already had experience. I instantly felt a slight pang of jealousy hit me but I quickly shrugged it off and turned my attention back to the sobbing Avery.

“Everything…everything,” she cried in a muffled voice.

“What do you mean…everything? I don’t understand,” I asked, dazed and confused. She moved a little away from me and just sat there in silence. Then she said quietly,