The next days, Jack has some music stuff with his band. He's also entering a competition, playing the trumpet, so he must rehearse a lot. I'm more than fine with it. That way I don't need an excuse every time I want to hang out with Megan. She's acting really nice, and I'm thinking that whatever she's concealing, may not be that big and that she's really not playing any game. However, the thought of it won't completely escape my mind.
But it isn't there to stop me either.
It's Friday. I don't exactly recall how my mind came to it, but it happens when I meet Megan on her way out of the toilet. I just end up looking her deeply in the eyes and although she knows what's coming she just follows my every move. She doesn't stop me or look away. I take her hand in mine. I can feel her touch sending shivers down my spine. She looks at me with a glace I can't exactly place. It doesn't say that I should stop, but it still doesn't tell me to go on either.
But of course, I don't listen to the voices in my mind. I cup Megan's face in my hands and close the space between us.
A/N
Hi, I know this is a mean cliff-hanger, ha-ha ;)
Sorry for a short part the next one will be longer, I promise.
Merry Christmas❄️🎄❤️😘
(It was originally Christmas when I published this)
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