Devil || m.c

1.7

1.7

It was as if our lips were inactive magnets that found each other; we would pull away only to close the mere distance between us. God, was she a good kisser.

As we breathlessly pulled away for the last time, with tints of pink shading our cheeks and smiles drawn on our slightly swollen lips, she hugged me tight that our rapidly rising and falling chests were squeezed together.

"Are you done with your make out session? I'm pretty sure lover boy over here didn't want to spare a minute. I wonder why he'd want to waste time like that," Ashton tsk'ed.

"Fuck off, Ashton," I retorted, as we continued walking, my hand back around Angela's shoulder.

"Angel's getting bad, huh?" He mused.

"I don't think so. He was always good to me," Angela giggled.

"Yeah, okay, thanks for updating me on your love life. I did see that coming, BTW-"

"-By the way," Anglea cut him off, rolling her eyes, as Ashton completed, "whatever. By the way," he mumbled to himself.

"BTW," I said as I recieved a glare from Angela. "What?" I asked innocently as Ashton stood surprised that I was taking his side.

"Yes! High five, Mike!" He exclaimed as I gave him a high five.

"I hate you," Angela mumbled.

"Well, I would like to believe that..." I trailed off, putting my hands behind my back and walking away from her, ever so casually. I really have a sudden boost of confidence.

"Shut up. I hate you."

"Yeah, okay. Let's go, Ashton. I've already wasted enough time with fakers. We don't have forever," I said, smirking.

"You're so lucky I like you," she sighed.

"Yeah I am. Bad-luck-y." That was all it took for Ashton to burst out laughing.

Angela speed-walked past us, as Ashton and I were laughing.

I followed her and hugged her from behind. "Angela?" No response.

"Angela, I'm sorry," I tried again, but still no response. I stopped us both and kissed her neck, then her cheek. "Angie?" I rested my head on her shoulder.

She turned her face and captured my lips in a sweet kiss. When she pulled back, I moved forward and kissed her again. The more we kissed, the more I wanted.

She took my hands off her waist, and walked away.

"I still hate you."