Chapter 4: Who is that?!
The bus finally pulled up to the school, Kezzi and me still chatting away about absolutely nothing. We got off the bus, walking into the school through the main doors. Suddenly, I saw a huge group of girls in the foyer, surrounding someone, while all the boys sat on the benches looking dejected. I went on my tiptoes trying to see what had gotten everyone so hot and bothered.
'What's going on?' I thought, until I saw a familiar head of jet black hair. Ahhh. The girls were surrounding Kade, him not used to the sudden displays of affection.
"KADE!" I yelled over the commotion.
He looked up at me, and saw me, recognition flooding his eyes.
"Alex!" he said, and pushed through the crowd of girls to me. He grabbed my arm, linking it with his.
"help me." he pleaded.
"How?" I asked, confused.
He leaned in closer to my ear, whispering. "In a moment, I am going to kiss you, and you are going to kiss me back. That should be enough."
I looked up at him, horrified at how much I wanted this to happen.
"I-I can't." I stuttered. "it's not right."
He looked at me, his bright eyes pleading with mine, but I wouldn't give in.
BRIIIINNNNNGGGGG.
Thank god, saved by the bell.
"I'll see you later Kade." I mumbled and walked off.
Heading to gym class, I ran to catch up with Sasha and Sloane. They both turned around, looking at me, suspecting an explanation.
"he's my new housemate, he's an exchange student from France, he's seventeen, absolutely gorgeous, and just asked to kiss me." I muttered, quickly.
Sloane stood there, looking at me as if calculating something, and Sasha screamed.
"WHYTHEFUCKDIDYOUNOTKISSHIMYOUSTUPIDWHORE!!!!" she yelled.
"speak English please." said Sloane and I at the same time, grinning sarcastically at each other.
"WHY. THE. FUCK. DID. YOU. NOT. KISS. HIM. YOU. STUPID. WHORE. " Sasha said, defining each word slowly.
"because he just wanted me too so that he could get away from all those girls, and I'm not his play thing." I said, defiantly.
Sloane nodded at me, pleased, while Sasha hung her head.
We walked in silence to the change room.
After quickly throwing on my soccer shorts and some t-shirt, I ran out to the gym, excited.
What I saw next stopped me in my tracks.
