That emo kid - A Zane x reader story

Chapter 8: "Did I Kiss You?"

I woke up to the sun bleaching my eyelids.

It was the middle of fall, why me?

My mind instantly went to what happened last night. I touched my face lightly to find it was wet.

Tears.

Was I crying?

I sat up abruptly, causing Zane to toss in his bed, snoring a bit.

I wonder if he remembers.

I stood and walked out of the room, attempting to find a mirror. I settled on the bathroom and stared at it for a good while. My cheeks were still flushed, eyes watery.

What happened?

I had no idea I was crying, or at least no memory of it. And I wasn't even depressed now.

What was going on in my head.

The kiss...

I remembered, closing my eyes and dabbing them with a towel.

I don't even think he knows what happened.

It had to have been just a dream for him, he was half asleep. And besides,

Did he even mean it?

I slowly made my way back to his room checking the clock.

8:30.

Fuck, I'm leaving at 10.

I glanced over at our finished project, smiling to myself. We did a pretty great job.

We better get that A.

I nudged Zane awake, making sure he was completely in control of his actions beforehand. He opened his eyes and sat up, yawning.

"What time is it?"
"8:32"
"Shit."

He said and jumped out of the bed, almost crashing into me in the process, and rummaged through his clothing to find something decent to wear.

My thoughts were away from the scenario, thinking about how I was to address what happened previously.

"Zane?"
"Yea?"

He asked, turning to face me. He had a black sweatshirt in his hand.

"What did you dream about last night?"

Innocent question, I thought. His cheeks splashed a deep Crimson, his eye adverting my gaze.

"What about it?"

His voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. I knew he was nervous.

"Nothing, it's just that last night you were doing some things.."

I trailed off, causing him to panic. He jumped over the pile of clothing and gripped my shoulders, shaking them violently.

"What. Did. I. Do?"

His brow furrowed, staring deep into my soul, (or what's left of it).

I could feel the tension rise between us.

Was I going to tell him upright? Say something stupid like

"oh we kissed but that's okay?"

ITS CLEARLY NOT OKAY

I breathed in deeply, calming my nerves that so desperately tried to jump from my body.