Brent's POV
I ran back to that little twit, grabbing him by the waist as I passed him.
"Never. Throw. Rocks. At. Me." Aubry looked at me with his soft eyes, and I couldn't help but aww out loud.
"OW! GODFUCKING DAMMIT!"
I stared into the little twit's eyes. He bit me!
Aubry sniggered as we ran around the fountain, me chasing him until he got the wonderful idea to hide behind a tree.
"Aubry! WHERE THE HELL ARE Y--" Suddenly, water enveloped me and this amazing, expensive outfit I got. The little fucker pushed me into the fountain.
"That's what you get." Aubry stood over me as I wallowed in the ice-cold water, plotting ways to murder him.
"If you had just asked if I liked guys or not, I would have answered you."
"Easy for you to say, Yaa Daa." I sniggered and pulled myself out of the water.
Aubry's eyes widened as he saw me ram into him, giving him a bear hug. "Aubry! My boo!"
"What are you doing?!" Aubry struggled to push me away, but he was so small. I smiled and looked down at him, my whole weight lying on top.
"Hello." I smiled at him, and he brushed away the knot of my bandanna, which fell into his face.
"Hello to you too. Now get the hell off of--" I kissed him. And for a second there, too, I could have sworn he kissed back. I felt his body stir when I got up from him and came to the conclusion that he really was utterly, completely gay.
"Okay, Aubry. So how was kissing a guy like?" He stared at me for a couple of seconds, then sat on the fountain. And believe it or not, he sat there. In silence. For twenty minutes.
"Aubry?" I looked at him.
"Are you okay?" Silence.
"Aubry."
And those were my last words, because Aubry stood up and walked away. I ran after him.
Aubry’s POV
That…dick.
Douchebag.
Asshole.
He stole my first kiss.
And it probably didn’t mean much to him either.
I just kept on walking and walking with Brent pestering me from behind. “Aubry, talk to me.”
No, Brent, I will not talk to you. My first kiss is GONE.
The worst thing though, was that I…felt something.
Not something bad, but something…pleasant. Ticklish. Satisfying.
I went into Coldstone and got some ice cream, all while Brent was pestering me from behind.
“Aubry, please talk to me,” he begged. “I’m sorry! Here, I’ll even pay for your ice cream!”
I didn’t even KNOW what to say to Brent. Because he was a dick. An ass. A narcissist who only thought about himself and no one else.
But mainly because I knew that if I talked to him, I might start falling for him.
“I’m just here to work on the project,” I deadpanned. “Nothing else, okay?”
Brent punched the air with his fists. “YES! AND AUBRY SPEAKS!”
“Hushh!” I hissed, looking around. How can this boy not care what other people think of him?!
“Okay, babe.” He pulled out his camera. “Aubry, Take one.”
“What are you doing?!” I screeched. I had ice cream all over my face, and probably down my shirt too, as far as I knew. “I’m eating!”
“You haz a ice cream muztache,” he mocked, then giggled. His whole arm shook the camera as I attempted to wipe my mouth up quickly with my sleeve. “Yaa, Daa!”
“Brent!”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Brent put down his camera, unable to stop smiling. “Here, you film me.”
I took the camera from him and aimed it at his face, ready for him to start saying something. “Okay,” I said, my finger hovering over the red button. “Recording.”
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen!” Brent suddenly hopped up on the table, flaunting his height even further. Everyone in the creamery looked up at him while I hid my face, trying to aim the camera at his face. But all I got was an amazing view of his ass.
No, Aubry. No bad thoughts. No no no no no.
“So who here thinks my sweetums is adorable?”
“Oh my God,” I hissed. Without looking up, I knew Brent was pointing towards me.
“Isn’t he cute?” He danced around the table as one of the employees struggled to get him down from the table. Brent started wiggling his hips in a slow circular motion, as if he were hula dancing. “Whee!”
Way to humiliate me in public, right? As if stealing my first kiss wasn’t enough, he also had to steal my pride and dignity.
Oddly enough, everyone around me was cheering Brent on as he danced on the tables, unbeknownst to anyone but him.
I aimed the camera at my face and sighed.
“And this, folks, is what happens when you get partnered up with Brent Essery for a project.”
And with that, I flipped the camera shut and left, leaving Brent to his own devices.
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Sorry for the wait, this has been floating around in my email for quite sometime nao.
