Kiss Me Like I Do

KISS 7

I can't move my body. My head hurts. Where am I?

"Andrea! Thanks goodness, you're awake!" Irish sneered. "How do you feel?"

"Let her rest first, Irish," Hannah butt in. "She can't still make it."

"Where am I?" I wondered. "Am I still alive?"

"You prat, of course!" Georgina yelled. "Hospital, because of your idiocy."

"Is it — you know — the media — are they —?"

"No, no, no way dude. It's a private hospital. We already talked to the nurses and doctors, especially the ones who brought you here not to say anything about what happened."

"But where are the —?"

"Already left," Georgina said quietly. "Explaining the whole story that it was your fault."

"My fault?! If they didn't bump my car, em still alive!" I yelled in anger. "What evidences they showed you huh?"

"You were drunk."

All of us looked at the girl just entered. It was...

It was her.

I suddenly feel starstruck. Hannah smirked. Irish smiled maliciously. Georgina called them to go out.

'Love you, sis!' my brain shouted.

"How can you defend yourself now?" the nurse dared. "If you've drunk a bottle of Devil's Spirit and holding a Chello's gin while driving?"

I fell silent.

"Now, what can you say? Miss Andrea Kevins? The one who broke three girls... at a time?"

I bolted upright. Though my body hurts, I ignored it. How? How does she know?

"You were there?" I asked suspiciously. "At King's Bar?"

"Yes."

"I didn't —"

"I'm watching you all along, but you didn't dare to check me out," she whispered.

"I didn't see you."

"You did."

"I told you, I didn't —"

"Beside the stage!" she yelled. "At the corner of your eye!"

I backtracked. I remembered it, and I didn't look at her because I am not in the mood... to flirt.

Silence fell again, as she sat down beside me and changes the bandage on my head. She smells sweet.

I looked at her pin name, and there, clearly carved ―

"Hi Czarina Lancaster, I am Andrea Kevins," I muttered, looking at her.

"I know," she blushed.

"It's a blessing that I met an accident."

"Why?"

"So that I would see you again and meet you, finally."

"How many girls did you already ask like that?"

"Once," I replied. "And it just happened a minute ago."

Without a thought, I touched her face and kissed her lips gently. It's real. It's sweeter the second time around.