Spy Girl [On Hold]

Raging Hormones And New Friends

I rolled around my bed trying to find a comfortable spot. I pushed my blanket off of me and hugged my pillow. Then after a few minutes I threw the pillow away and just sprawled on the bed.

At last, I sat up. I ran a hand through my hair and let out an exasperated sigh. I glanced at my digital clock.

5:22 am

I grimaced. I still had one and a half hours left before school. Shutting my eyes close, I shook my head and climbed off the bed. The sweet scent of bacon greeted my senses the moment I went out the door. I went to the living room and saw Zach cooking in the adjoining kitchen. He was still wearing the black button down shirt from last night and had shed his pants leaving him in only his boxers.

"Getting comfortable are we?" I teased as I rested my elbows on the counter and my chin in my palm. He turned around at the sound of my voice. My eyes landed on his chest. His shirt was unbuttoned up to the middle of his abdomen. I quickly looked away as I realized I was staring. He smiled broadly and said "Good morning, babe. You're up early." I rolled my eyes at the endearment. "I had trouble sleeping. How bout you?"

"Trouble sleeping? You could've just told me you wanted me to sleep beside you." He said teasingly. I scoffed and smiled. "Sorry, you just don't appeal to me that much babe." I joked, copying the endearment he used earlier. He stared at me intently, holding the plate where he placed the bacon. Did I say something wrong? "Then who do you find appealing? That Jacove guy?" he asked wryly, his expression twisted into something of disgust and dissapointment.

My mouth fell open in surprise. Where the hell did that came from? When I didn't say anything he took it as a sign and walked past me to the living room. My gaze followed him as he plopped down the sofa and watched television.

"Zach..." I called. I said his name a few more times but he kept ignoring me. I made my way to him. I sat closely to him. "Zach, please don't ignore me." I pleaded, making my voice as soft as possible. I know when I do something wrong, and based on his actions I did/said something he did not like. He placed the -now empty- plate on the coffee table, his gaze still locked on the screen.

I sighed and moved closer, putting a hand on his arm. I rested my head on his shoulder. "Zach," I said desperately. "I'm sorry. Whatever it is I did -or said-, I'm really sorry." This time, fortunately, he turned to look at me. I looked up at him but learned that it was a bad move. We were so close to each other that our faces were only a breath away. Literally.

I locked gazes with his beautiful emerald eyes. I felt his breathing slowed as his gaze moved down to my lips. He inched closer and my breathing hitched. My heart thudded faster in my chest. I don't know why but somehow I feel nervous. I continued staring at him. He smiled and in seconds I felt his soft lips on mine.

I was surprised by his actions but moments later I found myself kissing him back. He smiled again and traced his tongue on my lower lip before biting it. I made a sound that I didn't recognize. He pushed me back, making me lie down. But before anything else can happen, the phone rang. He groaned in exasperation and snatched the phone from the small table beside me. He sat up and answered the phone. "Hello?"

I stayed still, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling. What the fuck did just happen? Did we really just... No, I must be dreaming. My childhood friend won't kiss me like that. That's, it's just so wrong.

"Mr. Fortanilla?" Zach said. I sat up when I heard my Godfather's name and put the phone on speaker. He glanced at me briefly but returned to talking. "Zach? Why are you the one answering the phone? And why are you at Julie's place?" I was about to speak when he replied "Julie insisted that I sleep over since we came home late last night."