The next few days at school, he kept eyeing me and making me uncomfortable. Today was no different, until he trapped me against the wall the same way he did at the party. Except this time, we were in the business hall, where no one goes.
"Why do you hate me?" he half whispers.
Breathless, I answer, "the same reason all girls here do."
"And what is that?"
"You're always sleeping with someone."
"Why would you believe that?" He is getting kind of angry.
"Because everyone who doesn't, gets hurt," tears brimming my eyes.
His lips crash into mine, and before I could think rationally, I was kissing back. Maybe getting hurt won't be so bad the second time around...
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We Could Be - A Short Story
Короткий рассказBased 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..."
