Kissing Her

20: where is everyone?

Current status of Kristy Elise Johnson: her head aches, her sight is blurried and it feels like she's gonna throw up just about any moment.

I lay in bed, texting Lillian and Wendy. We have a group chat on Instagram. The only problem is that this is my fifth text or so and they still don't reply. I try one last time.

What about you guys? Did you have fun last night?

The only thing I actually remember is talking to them, seeing Denise and... talking to Megan.

But after that my memory is all gone. It's like the last 12 hours is washed away from my brain. I can admit it frightens me. This is the reason you never drink, I tell myself.

Like, what could I've possibly done last night?

I decide to give Wendy and Lillian some rest. Maybe they aren't awake yet anyways. Maybe they're just sick.

I drink another cup of water. My mouth is dying of dehydration and so is the rest of my body. I take a headache tablet and chek my phone. The displays shows 12:08 along with my background picture of a puppy.

....

What? I need something to cheer me up even if it's this little buddy that I'll never get permision (or cash) to buy anyways.

I try to call Jack, but he doesn't answear either. Where is everyone? At some secret nachspiel I didn't know of? I'm about to text Megan, but I put the phone down before I type something I'd regret. Is there anyone who's hungover it must be her.

*****

As the hours go by I've taken a shower, eaten something that can look like scrambled eggs and bacon and gone back to bed.

I try to call Jack. Again. I've given up on Lillian and Wendy. Finnally after the fifth call or something, he anwsers. His voice is soar from the night after and for a moment I regret that I've called so many times. Maybe he was more hungover than me and that I woke him up.

"Hi I guess. What is it Kristy?" "Could you meet me at the swings at the back of the elementary?" He sighs and for a moment I'm scared that I'll get a no. "I'll be there in five, ok?". I nodd even if he doesn't see it trough the phone, but when I say "thanks" he's already hung up.

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Five minuites later I can see his tired figure slowly pushing the swing he's sitting on, with his feet.

"Hi" I try. He doesn't answer. Instead he just continue to move back and forth in a sloppy pace. Then I see his ear phones. I gently push his shoulder to get his attention. He looks up at me, but just for a second. I know something is wrong. He never acts like this.

He takes a deep breath. He still doesn't look at me. "Kristy, when was the last time we hung out?"

Fuck. When was it?

"Ehm..." is everything I can say. "Exactly" his voice has turned sarcastic with an undertone of anger. I'm just looking down on the ground. I can spot some old gum in between the asfalt and branches of dry grass.

"Why do you want to talk to me?" Continues Jack with the same voice. Fuck. "Wendy and Lillian..." I mumble.  "They won't answer your calls, am I right?" "Yeah..." I know what he wants with this. "Do you know what happened last night?"

What? Does he know something I don't??

"What happened?" I ask, trying to conseal the desperate tone in my voice. Jack just gives me and ironic laugh. "Yeah, you could at least say that something happened".

And then the truth comes out. The shocking crazy truth.

"You kissed Wendy's boyfriend".

No.

Fuck.

This can't be it. I'm gay. I don't like boys. Especially not someone elses. Fuck. Why do I always fuck up every single time? Oh, for fucks sake Kristy.

And before I can say something else, Jack opens his mouth -and what comes out is not good.

"Why do you always go to me Kristy? Why am I the last person you hang out with, but happens to be the first person to talk to when you're in trouble? Why?" The words hurt, but what hurts even more is that it is the truth. I've completely forgotten Jack the past weeks because of Wendy and Lillian. What kind of person am I?

I can feel a single tear run down my cheek. But what actually makes me cry is Jack's last sentence. "I guess we aint more friends than that. But then again, maybe we aint friends at all". And then he walks away. And as the rain starts pouring down he thucks his hands in his pockets and starts running.

I sit there, tears falling down my cheeks, whatching him until he dissapears behind the buildings.

A/N

Soooo sorry for not updating in a loooong while!!! I've promised so many times that I'm going to be more active, but nothing ever happens. You've probably lost faith in me and I totally understand. But happy news: I'll start writing the nect chapter right after publishing this!! Sad news: I think it's only 3 or 4 chapters left of this book😢

Let me just say that is's been a journey, starting on around 5 readers to reaching 3,5K readers!! Thank you to every single person who has taken their time to read this book and I hope you enjoyed it and don't think it was a waste of time😘

I can't promise anything, but I'm maybe gonna write a sequel. Anyone up for it?? 😗😗

What I can promise, is that the next chapters are gonna be juucy.

Hope you enjoy!!

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