DOUBLE UPDATE IN A WEEK WOOT!?!? 🙌🙌 I think this is the longest chapter I've written.
"What did you just say, you asshole?!" I asked, rounding the corner and went straight to the kitchen to confront Ethan. He was -'is' mumbling about Cole being a psychopath stalker who is following me around when we ran into him earlier during our 'date'. According to Ethan, there's no such thing as coincidence and its no coincidence that we saw Cole in the mall. So he concluded that Cole's following me around. Roll your eyes everybody, roll your eyes.
"I said. What. An. Asshole." He repeated himself slowly and with force as I stood in front of him, barely reaching his chin and looked him straight in the eye.
"I don't know what the fuck your problem is?" I gritted, pushing his black and white tank top covered chest --which did nothing by the way, only increased my frustration.
"My problem is you, talking to him!" He almost shouted, throwing his hands in the air out of frustration.
"His name is Cole and why the fuck can't I talk to him? he's my fucking friend!" I shouted back at him.
"Not when he hit on you every single damn time!" He ran his fingers through his hair, clenching his jaw.
"And why the fuck does it bother you? when you're the one being mean to me? huh?" I asked, getting more and more frustrated because he's making no sense at all.
"He just wants to get in your pants! why can't you see that?!"
"Bullshit!" I said, turning around to face the other way. Placing my hand on my hip and the other I used to lean on the counter.
"Trust me, I'm a guy." I turn back around to face him.
"Just stop fucking talking!" I shouted again.
"And stop swearing." He said calmly, but his face showed anything but calm.
"Fuck no! Why should I fucking listen to you?" I said just to get in his nerves, like he does to me every single damn time.
"I said, stop swearing."
"It is fucking amazing how you can fucking add the fucking word 'fuck' and it derivates any-fucking-where you fucking want in any fucking sentence and it still make fucking sense. Fucking aweso--" Before I can even finish my sentence, a pair of lips covered mine. The lips is soft but pressed to mine with force and soon enough my eyes closed on its own accord and my lips started to move with it in a slow pace. I felt a hard surface on my back and hands gripped my waist, to make matters equal I put my hand on his shoulder and another in his hair, running through it.
Realizing the situation, I pulled away-
Much to my dismay
What? No, no, no, no, no.
"What the fuck wa--" Again, I was cut off by the same pair of lips of the same insane person. But this time it was more of a long peck and he pulled away, with me panting like I've run miles.
I stared at him wide eyed and with mouth open and closing like a fish out of water before he broke the silence with the same mouth he used to shut me up.
Stop thinking about his damn lips, Andrea!
"And that's why you shouldn't swear..." He whispered in a husky voice, his face still an inch away from mine and his eyes still staring straight through mine, his arms moved from gripping my waist and to the wall I am pressed onto, on each side of my face.
He pulled away from me, turned around and started to walk away as thoughts fill my over thinking brain.
What was that? Who is he? What am I? Why did he do that? How did we even get to the wall? Why did he kiss me? Why did I kiss him back? What's a kiss? Why do I have such a loud mouth?
