Adam&Audrey

Rule #3: Crocodile Tears

Rule #3: Crocodile Tears

Now, I've been kissed before, so it's not that this was my first kiss or anything... it's just that the only lip lock I've had was with my great-aunt Ellie on her death bed. Fine, I know that doesn't really count, but I know what a kiss is like, okay?

Not wanting to think of that unfortunate incident, I shifted my focus to current events. And oh, my, goodness.

Not to sound sappy or anything, but there were legitimate fireworks. Her lips were soft and tasted like Skittles. They moved over mine slowly once, twice, thrice. Our hands were pretty much all over each other, and it wouldn't have taken long to be R-rated if I hadn't been interrupted (quite rudely, too).

Ignoring Audrey's little mewl of protest, I gave her lips one last kiss and pulled away. Dazed, I knew that I probably looked as if someone had just hit me with a Bludger, but the look in Audrey's eyes wasn't anything like that. In fact, she looked terrified. Terrified of me?

"Audrey," I breathed, still looking in her eyes. They were beginning to get a tell-tale shine in them, confusing me. Oh God, not crying. I can't handle tears. Why was she crying?

 

A loud sniff interrupted us and by the time I threw Nicole a glare and looked back, Audrey was sporting a smirk, all signs of weakness gone. She politely removed my hands from her waist and stepped back, leaving me with considerably less warmth.

"What?" she said nastily to Nicole, readjusting her shirt. My eyes followed her movement, still wondering what the heck just happened.

"You, you slut!"

Calmly, Audrey stepped forward into the middle of the small crowd that had joined to watch the drama unfold. "You want to say that again, Nicole?"

The blonde girl turned red. I could practically hear the clock ticking on her inner bomb, ready to blow. She looked sort of like a strawberry ice cream cone topped with a banana peel. Thinking of ice cream, my stomach growled.

"Shut up, Adam," both girls chorused.

"But I didn't even-"

"Shut up!"

Jeez. Females.

Deciding to let them go at it on their own and let it all out, I walked over to the café and ordered an iced mocha from the nose-pierced girl at the counter. Picking a booth, I sat down, drumming my fingers on the table lightly. From here, I could barely hear the two girls hollering at each other over the chanting of 'Catfight! Catfight!' the crowed had taken up. Only a few cussed made it through and I sighed, becoming bored of waiting. For the coffee. Oh, the girls can fight it out, I don't mind.

"They yours?" The smell of coffee permeated my nostrils.

I looked up and grinned at the counter girl who was holding my delicious heaven-in-a-cup. "Thanks," I said, taking it from her. She pulled out the chair and sat down opposite from me.