As I pulled back, I was so shocked, and embarrassed that I could feel myself instantly going red.
I don't know why I had done it, but I did, and now it was gonna be so fucking awkward.
"I..." I started off, not being able to carry on.
He looked as shocked as me, eyes wide and cheeks pinkish. I never thought I would see him like this, like an embarrassed, adorable school boy.
No okay, shut up Meg.
He finally spoke up after a few seconds.
"Meg..?" He questioned me, uncertain.
"Ugh. Look. Okay. I don't know why I did that. I hate it when people say i don't know why I kissed someone, because how could you not know? I mean you're responsible for your actions and you have a brain and you know what you're-"
"Meg." He interrupted me again. Rude.
"Shut up and let me carry on. But I actually like really don't know why I did it. I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to happen. You just seemed really upset, and.. yeah. I don't know." I started rambling again.
He sighed. "Yes, I get it. Let's just forget about it. It never happened. It didn't mean anything anyways."
I felt a sense of emptiness.
"Yeah. I just want to make it clear that I don't have any feelings for you whatsoever."
"Yeah, I know." He replied.
*****
I shouldn't have done that.
I should NOT have done that.
Now I'm screaming to myself.
Surprise surprise.
Now it's gonna be so awkward between us and I'm going to be so embarrassed to even look at him.
Sighing, I crawled inside my bed, and closed my eyes, however knowing that I won't be getting any sleep tonight.
(A/N: Heyyyy humansss... or dogs and aliens. So we decided that the chapters will be like this from now on. Shorter ones because we're lazy af. So yeah. Okay now bye.)
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Troubled
De TodoHe smoked. I didn't. He got drunk every weekend. I didn't. He got laid every day. I didn't. He was the bad boy. I was the good girl. He was troubled. So was I.