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She walked into class, to see him. She didn’t want to see him, not after her mistaken advance the other day. She tried to kiss him, and he flat-out freaked. They had been really good friends for a while now, too, and it was all ruined. As soon as opportunity presented itself(when class ended), she bolted out of there.
“What do you want? You’ve been avoiding me since…” He called to me. He trailed off, while she was trying to speed away. A few feet from him, she came clean.
“I want to be more than friends. And you don’t.” She said, bluntly. She walked away.
He yelled after her with edict. “Who said I don’t?”
She paused, yelled back, and continued to walk. ”Who said you do?”
He paused, and ran after her while he yelled to her: “…I do. I do, I do, I do. I want to be more than friends, much more.”
Now, he’s standing just in from of her. He’s taller, so he’s looking down and she’s looking up. His hands are hovering awkwardly around her hands, as if he wanted to take them in his. He looked in her eyes, or tried to, while she looked down in denial. “You’re letting your fear of rejection cloud your judgment. Look in my eyes; you know I’m not lying. Look!” He put one hand gingerly on each side of her face, on her cheeks, fingers reaching her neck, and forced her head up so she had to look into his eyes. “What do I have to do to prove it to you?” He pleaded with her.
“Kiss me.” She declared. Her eyes dart back and forth, up and down in embarrassment, and her face flushes a light pink. He moves one of his hands down to her neck and moves closer to her. The other hand stays on her cheek, and he pulls her face closer to his. Their lips locks, his so tender and caring, like nothing she ever experienced.
