"What the fu-" I start, be he interrupts me.
"Why were you kissing that guy?!"
He seems... mad? I barely know the dude.
"Excuse me?"
"Did I stutter? Why were you kissing Logan?!"
"Um, it's a party and I can do whatever I damn well please." What's his deal?
"You can't just kiss random guys," he says hostilely.
"Who put you in charge? I'm going back to the party to have fun, something you should try, freak."
When I grab the door handle, Alex turns me around and backs me up so I'm against the door and his hands are on either side of my head. He's so close I can smell the whiskey on his breath. My heart flutters for a split second.
"I'm not a freak."
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We Could Be - A Short Story
Short StoryBased off an idea from a fellow Wattpadder. "You fuck every girl you see, but I kiss one guy and you throw a fit! We're not even friends, let alone together!" "We could be..."
