Boy vs. Girl ✔️

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"That was... um... cool?" he stuttered, seeming dazed for the first time ever. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, looking down at the ground.

"Eh... I've seen better," I shrugged, attempting to appear nonchalant.

"So have I, better faces, better bod-"

I cut him off by throwing something at him. It hit him in the shoulder, and I felt a little satisfied, until I saw that I had thrown a small shovel at him.

No remorse. No remorse, Kara.

"I don't need to know about your sex life," I snapped, crinkling my nose in disgust.

"Well, same here."

"I don't have a sex life to tell about," I confessed, shrugging again.

"You're a virgin?" he asked incredulously, with widening eyes.

I threw the small rake at him.

This time it hit him in the face, and in the candlelight I could see shallow gashes on his cheek.

"Shit," I cussed.

"Ow," he complained, bringing his hand up to wipe some of the blood off.

No remorse. No remorse, Kara.

"No," I squealed, "you're going to infect it!"

He rolled his eyes but I smacked his hand away from his face and looked around for some ointment or something. I saw a small tube of something in the corner of the shelves, but I had no idea what it was. I crossed my fingers and used the candle to read what it said.

Antibacterial Ointment. Just what I needed. I cheered internally, which then turned into absolute panic, as I realized I would have to apply it to his face. No fucking way.

Sighing, I knelt down, squeezing some of the weird colored and smelling ointment onto my finger reluctantly.

"You look really pretty in the candlelight," he whispered in my ear, as I leaned forward, to put some ointment on his face.

"Is the blood loss getting to you? Are you finally hallucinating?" I replied, softly applying more ointment to his face.

"Why? Don't you think you're beautiful?" he asked me, raising his eyebrows.

"Beauty isn't one of my strengths. But hating you is," I told him, flashing a dazzling smile at him.

"Of course," he muttered, as I closed the tube of ointment and put it back where I found it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him, sitting across from him, snuggling up in the blanket.

"Nothing..." he trailed off, looking somewhere behind me.

"Okay," I replied, and we sat there in silence for a while.

"Come here Kara," he spoke, softly.

"Why?" I asked him, narrowing my eyes in suspicion.

"Just come here," he said again. I scooted over to him cautiously. He motioned for me to lean my head against his shoulder. I obliged, not wanting to make the situation any more awkward.

"See... that's not so bad," he whispered, mindlessly stroking my hair. I felt so out of place in his arms, but it was warm, and I was sleepy.

We both drifted off soon enough, awkwardly sharing the scratchy blanket, and well it was... awkward.

"Wake up," someone muttered in my ear.

I reached out instinctively with my hand, and it collided with something wet.

"Eww!" I squeaked, my eyes fluttering open, as I heard a low chuckle.

"I know you love my lips... but there's no need to smack them that hard," he whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear.

"Fuck off," I muttered, as I closed my eyes again, attempting to ignore him.

"Sure, just wanted to let you know that the janitor's opening the door right now," he smirked.

"What?" I yelped, staring at him with horror struck eyes.

"Unless you want to get caught..." he trailed off.

"We have to hide!" I exclaimed quickly.

"Where?" he asked, bemusedly, with raised eyebrows.

"I don't know... behind the shelves?" I said doubtfully. I scrambled up cumbersomely, quickly blowing the candle out, and shoved Asher so that we were both wedged behind a heavily stocked shelf, hopefully invisible to anybody walking into the closet.

He smirked at our proximity, and I fought the urge to smack him. He leaned in all of a sudden, his mouth stopping right next to my ear.

"Are you sure the reason we're this close is the janitor?"

"Shut the fuck up and stop breathing so loud, or I'll make you stop breathing completely," I snapped. He just smirked lightly, and nodded in response.

The door handle jiggled slowly, and I held my breath as the janitor entered. He held a flashlight, and shine it on the boxes while looking for something. Slowly, he walked towards the shelf we were hiding behind, but skimmed above our heads, and gasping in delight.

"Found it," he muttered, reaching up and taking a faded white spray bottle from the shelf. He turned around, and opened the door, walking outside swiftly. I rushed forward as soon as he left, and grabbed the door handle before it closed.

The door was open.

We were free.

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Boy: 15 Girl: 15