book #1 | be with me | jenzie

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chapter 11 - maddie's wrath

"hot guys make you drool, funny guys make you crazy,

but cute guys make you fall in love without even knowing it,"

[edited - 17.12.18]

k e n z i e

all i could think of was johnny's hot cinnamon breath fanning my cheeks lightly. he was breathing heavily as he hovered above me, never once breaking eye contact. my brain could only faintly register the fact that he still smells like lemons for some reason, because the rest of my body had already shut down. his green eyes looked so golden today, just a tinge darker and shining brighter. i could see every aspect of his face, and every single freckle dotting his cheeks. if i could just reach up and touch those freckles...

my brain betrayed me before i could register what i was thinking about. he has a girlfriend. a girlfriend with sharp nails. if she saw us like this, her nails would probably attack my face. i would need plastic surgery.

suddenly, he broke the tension.

"look at your face, darling, its so red and flushed, do you like me, huh?" he asked, getting straight up in my face and talking purposely in an annoyingly high pitched sound.

and that ruined about almost everything.

"of course i do not like you in that way," i felt the need to make it clear, before continuing, "please talk like a guy who has a girlfriend. plus, get off me. you are heavy and i'm stuck," i said everything quickly in a rush, hoping he wouldn't notice what my face was doing - showing all my feelings to the world. what in the world was happening to me? i pressed a hand to my rapidly beating heart.

seeing my expression, johnny let go of my waist with a chuckle, getting off me to the other side of his bed, acting as if nothing has happened. why in the world was he acting so casual? i frowned. he was way too used to flirting for his own good. even though i do not like nadia, but wouldn't she get bothered?

"come on, let's watch another movie, what genre?" johnny asked, making me break out of my trance. oh, a movie.

"how about a steamy romance?" i smirked, trying to piss him off, knowing how boys hate watching romances. even i, a girl, disliked watching romance movies. they were just too cringey for my liking. and they make single women feel the pain of heartbreak.

to my surprise, a slight pink blush rose up johnny's cheek as he stuttered, "n-no, romances," he was blushing. blushing. i looked at him in shock before realization dawned on me.

johnny is a sappy romantic guy. he must be.

"oh my god! you are a hopeless romance lover!" i gasped, his ever deepening blush confirming my theories.

i laughed like a banshee as he covered his face, embarrassed. payback time. it was a rare case to see johnny looking so flustered and at a loss of words.

"not a word, kenzie," he warned as he glared at me through his fingers while i patted him on his head like he was a baby.

"don't worry, i will tell no (dead) soul," i tried to keep a straight face as i asked him the next question.

"are you sure you are not gay, johnny?" i asked, feigning concern as i grabbed his hand.

"what? how did you-" johnny widened his eyes.

"i understand that liking romance movies is weird for a boy, but it's alright to come clean," i tried to imitate those psychologists i have seen.

"what is there to come clean about when i-"johnny barely managed to finish his sentence before i interrupted him again.

"i'm totally fine with that, and everyone else would be too," i patted his hand, trying to stifle my laughter. this form of revenge was sweet. johnny clucked his tongue at me.

"your imagination is too horrible," johnny shuddered, before continuing, "i'm perfectly normal, and not gay," he emphasized the last word as i laughed, tapping on a romance movie.

"let's watch this, shall we, i'm sure it suits your tastes," i grinned, sticking out my tongue playfully as he glared at me.

"whatever," he grumbled, "now can you let go of my hand?"

i looked down. i was indeed still grabbing his hand in mine. i froze while he looked at me impatiently. i was holding hands with a boy. i was holding hands with a boy.

"you are holding hands with a boy, in his room, on his bed! mackenzie frances ziegler, you are so dead," a piercing shriek from my room jolted me, sending me leaping away from johnny instantly as i winced. the curtains have fluttered open. which meant johnny and i were in full view. damn.

"maddie," i called out, grimacing at johnny, who was staring at my one and only sister in shock.

"you, better explain yourself. and you too, boy, what is she doing in your room?" maddie demanded, placing her hands on her hips menacingly.

"we are watching netflix," johnny put up his hands weakly. it would be a wonder if anyone didn't back down when facing maddie. i shook my head. i had a load of explaining to do. and i sure as hell wasn't keen to do it now.

"netflix? first netflix, then you two are gonna kiss, then-" maddie trailed off as johnny looked at me in desperation.

"is she always like this?"

"i told you not to carry me here,"

"it's my fault now?"

"of course it is, what are you talking about, kidnapper?"

"how do we stop her?"

"we can't,"

as if to prove my point, maddie placed one leg on my window sill, "you people, i'm coming over to have a proper talk with you, stay there,"

"maddie, there is a gap between the windows, be-" my sentence was barely finished before maddie disappeared from view over the ledge.

i rushed to the edge of the window.

"need help?"

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