When Everything Changed (Currently Rewriting)

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CHAPTER 8 | [Insert a Humorous Title Here]

Brandon kissed me.

His chapped but soft lips massaged mine as I stayed frozen in my seat. Unconsciously, I gave in and return the kiss. Blissful, indeed, was this moment. His and mine fitted perfectly in soothing rhythmic massages.

Both of us were too caught up in the moment until some sense kicked into my mind - and from the shortage of oxygen in both of our lungs.

I broke away from his lips, letting the tingling sensations linger on my swollen ones. I gasped from the shortening of my breath from the session.

Silence took its place between us both.

Awkward silence.

"I- I am sorry Emily-" Brandon says as he tried to apologize for his sudden and surprising action.

Honestly, I wasn't that much bothered that he kissed me unexpectedly. I have got to admit that I enjoyed the presence of his lips on mine. I had always wished for a moment where he'd kiss me willingly, and my wish reigned true. I am just too shocked that he actually made the first move.

Suddenly, questions flooded my thoughts. What if Brandon regretted kissing me? What if this moment then leaves us both in awkward states, leading to us straying far away from each other. 'What ifs' kept rolling in, and it was overwhelming me.

"Emily," Brandon says, "I am sorry. I shouldn't had done that..."

The words stopped registering in my mind as I heard those words: I shouldn't had done that. Meaning, he regretted the kiss. Embarrassment flooded, and I felt so.. no words can describe this humiliating and infuriating feeling I got.

"I am just going to use the restroom," I say, getting up from my seat and not once making eye contact with him. 

I speed-walked towards the door embedded with a plaque of a woman. I pushed the door open and stumbled towards the sink. I let my hands fall onto the marble slab, and I stared into the mirror.

Brandon obviously regretted the kiss. I am pretty sure he was just joking around about it; it is in his manner to be a joker. I couldn't believe I kissed him back! I terrifically embarrassed myself just by doing that. Plus, thinking that he actually wanted to kiss me was foolish!

Brandon and I are just friends, and we will always just be friends.

I bet he still like Stacey, and it will always just be Stacey. I can't believe I had the audacity to think he might actually take interest in me. Plus, I think it will be better if we stayed friends. So, there wouldn't be any heartbreaks in the upcoming future.

I took a napkin from the holder and dabbed my tear-streak face. My once red eyes are turning back to its normal state. I bobbed my head down and tried to calm my wrecked state before I appear myself outside to face more embarrassment.

I heard the door swung open. In the mirror's reflection, I saw a girl in all pink enter.

Obviously, it was Stacey.

 "Good evening, dear," Stacey greets me as she saunters toward the vacant sink beside me. "How is your night going with Brandon?"

She takes out her make-up bag and starts re-applying her face. Typical.

"Wait, how did you know I am here with Brandon?" I asked her. Stupid, she obviously saw you dining with him.

"The question you should have been asking is: What am I doing here?" She says as she applies the finishing touches of her make-up. She stuffs her makeup kit inside her pouch and throws it in her purse. She turns on her platform heels and faces me with a smirk.