One Kiss

Did I Just Kiss Mr.Sexy?

The last day before Christmas Break. I breathed out, as my friends droned on about some guy. Rolling my eyes, I tossed a look their way. " What are you guys even saying?" Cynthia, the fearless one of our group rolled her eyes. " Those guys were checking you out!" I rolled my eyes, biting into my ham and cheese sandwich once again. Lies. Just to be sure I turned and took in my surroundings. The social ladder had been divided in kindergarten, so as nonbelievers of the social ladder, our little group adjourned the popular people and the middle guys. We sat in between them, like a borderline. I sighed glancing at the popular table which held all those players. Though most of them were genuine good guys. Satisfied that no one was looking at me, I turned back around to my five friends laughing faces. I rolled my eyes, and continued to munch into my sandwich. I checked my watch. Thirty minutes before lunch is over. Greaaaatt. Tabitha widened her eyes, her milky blue eyes pointing daggers at something behind me. I simply sighed and replied cooly to my blond friend," Those eyes get any wider they will burst." I set my sandwich down on the plate and examined my five other friends. Cynthia's eyes were widened, Taylor's green eyes simply popping. Sandy gaped, amusement flashing in her eyes. When I finally checked Anabelle's eyes, her usually calm and serious demeanor seemed to have shattered, and the look on her face looked as if she saw the world's largest textbook. I rolled my eyes, knowing they were probaly playing a joke on me. Then slowly, as if on cue, I turned to see Jennifer kissing a boy I couldn't quite see. My mouth dropped, as they made out, sitting on the lunch table that was empty. Memories flashed in my head. Two weeks back.. She stole my boyfriend...I laughed as he pushed her away, wiping his mouth and shaking his head. " I don't like you!" He laughed. Jennifers face contorted, as she pleaded, begging him to give her a try. I looked back at Cynthia, nodding. I got up... And walked to them, temporarily pushing away my shame, fueled with my grief and anger. With every step, I got angrier. My steps got slower, more proud. I didn't even know the guy, yet I was doing this. God. I am a whore! Jennifer stopped what she was doing and glared at me, just about to speak when he turned towards me, his face dazzling. What am I saying? Do I really have the guts to do this? I smirked loftily at him. I didn't falter when I leaned forward. My lips smashed against his, aggressive revenge making me go on autopilot. He responded, probaly happy to just have a way from Jennifer. I heard an angry shriek, but I was reluctant to pull away from the warm,welcoming kiss. But I did, and vehemently.... I recognized him, and faltered. It was HIM. I packed away, gaping, angry. It was my nemesis, one and only player boy of the year...Vermont Micheals. He smirked at me, still leaning on the lunch table all sexily. Jennifer had stormed away by now. His black tousled hair and sexy amber eyes always got the girls going. " Your a really good kisser you know." He leaned back, stretching, very casually. I froze, then thought of something to say. "I saved your ass back there.. so just shut up." I snarled. Vermont coughed," I could have done it without that delicous kiss, though. So what is your motive?" He peered at me behind thick lashes. I rolled my eyes. " How do you know I just didn't want to kiss you?" He laughed. " Your not like that. Your Rai Libre. Resident quiet girl." He leaned back, not caring how many people were staring holes into us. Use to the attention? Prick! His black V-neck fit tight on him. Noticing me staring, he shifted forward, amusement consuming his amber eyes. " So?" I supplied. He rolled his eyes. Vermont got up, giving me one more devouring gaze, and stalked away slowly. What in the pancakes? I turned to find Cynthia running towards me, gaping fully. Could I ever catch a break?!