I reached home and threw my bag pack on the bed. Quickly grabbing some spaghetti from the microwave, I started my iPod playlist and sat on the bed eating my lunch.
I started reading the note on the fridge.
Honey,
I'm going out for three months. Sorry I couldn't talk. I'll miss you.
Love,
Dad
xxxxxxxxx
Sigh. How can he just leave? People always leave. Just like grandpa and grandma left. Just like mom left. Tears stung my eyes.
It's in moments like these, where I'm lonely and alone. Nothing feels right. Nothing feels right. Life goddamn sucks.
The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted my thoughts.
"Hey there, princessa! Open the door!"
Okay, that was weird.
"Who's it?" I asked leaning towards the door.
"Dylan." I heard a male voice and a chuckle.
WTH??? Dylan??? Like, Dylan from school? Someone pinch me, now.
I took a quick glance at the mirror and straightened my hair. Ok, not bad, I said to myself.
Deep breath, and I opened the door.
There was Dylan. I couldn't believe my eyes. My first crush. My first love was standing out of my house. Looking handsome, as usual...I eyed him up and down.
"You check me out too often, you know that?" He smirked.
I made an oh-please face at him as he entered in.
"So wanna get straight to the project or..." He pointed at the bed, winking.
Cocky!
I blushed. Fact no. 1 about me, no matter what I do, when I blush, I blush to the darkest shade of crimson and I blush very easily.
"Somebody's turning pink..." He teased.
"I think we should get straight to the project."
"Ok, nerdy birdie"
What? Eww.
"And don't call me that" I snapped.
We spent the next few hours, like this:
1) Dylan was busy playing my wii.
2) I was taking down the notes, filling up the answers, referring the fat encyclopaedia, doing every damn thing that I could to complete our project on time.
It was not fair. So not fair. I do all the work and he gets the credit. The thought of it made my blood boil. So what if he's cute, that doesn't give him the right to boss me about and get me to do everything.
"You know what, you're not helping nor are you contributing" I complained.
"Pardon?" He said absentmindedly, too engrossed in the video game.
Ok, that was it. Fact no. 2 about me, I have the shortest temper ever.
I went ahead and unplugged the wii from the electrical socket.
"What the f-"
"Don't swear!"
"Why?"
"I don't like it."
Fact no. 3 about me, I utterly detest whenever someone swears in front of me.
He rolled his eyes.
"You gotta contribute to the project. It's not fair, me doing all the work!"
"Everything is fair in love and war, sweetheart" he came and sat next to me. A little too close.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is..." He leaned closer till I could feel his warm minty breath on my cheeks, which were now bright red, I suppose.
"Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look when you're angry...." He leaned in further and planted a kiss on my lips. My very first kiss. He stole it.
Dylan kissed me. Dylan Preston. Dylan Preston kissed me!!!
I felt numb.
He must have seen how numb I felt, he smirked.
"Your first, I suppose?" He asked, still smiling and chuckling.
I didn't know how to answer. I didn't know what to answer. I must have looked so stupid, just staring at him. But I was too shocked.
The boy who never even spoke to me yesterday, or any days before. The boy who never even acknowledged my presence all the time that we went to the same school. The boy who made fun of me every time. The boy who was so damn popular, and already had a girlfriend, kissed me. A nerd.
Suddenly his phone beeped. It was a message from Lindsey, his girlfriend.
"So I gotta leave. You see, Lindsey needs me." He winked. "So...if you're not going to say anything then I guess, I'll leave. Cheerios! See ya at school." He waved and left.
How could he steal my first ever kiss and just leave?
Fact no. 4 I was always correct. People always leave.
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A/N: Hey guys!
That was it. Dylan kisses Camilla. The game's starting, folks!
xoxoxoxo,
RavenChic_11
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Teen Fiction"Hey, hey...someone's feisty..." He mocks at me. "Hey, hey...someone's a judgemental self-obsessed rude ignorant mean defiant detrimental beast." I tease back. "Has anyone told you?" "What?" "Anger is sexy" and his lips meet mine as he leans forward...