Can I Be Your Girl

13

My mind was a mess; a broken cd playing the same scene over and over again. And the worst and most annoying part was I had no control over it.

Knowing any moment my friends would come, I should've been dressed by now. But here I was, still in my pajamas, pacing back and forth in my room; I was thinking. Still, no rational sense came to kissing me all of a sudden. I doubt even the conservative and radical thinkers could give me answer. Right?

"Ahhh...shiiittt!"

Barbarically scratching my head, I was growing more questions as time flew by. What was that kiss for? Does she have a crush on me? Or maybe it was a kiss of death?

In school, where I wanted to procure the reason from her, I found myself holding back when I saw how unbothered she looked. As if a kiss was nothing! It didn't matter that it was on my cheek and probably only lasted a split second even though it seemed an entire minute to me, a kiss was a kiss, and it had to mean something.

A knock on the door startled me. I stood with my weight on the right foot and waited for it to open.

"What the hell?"

"Don't tell me you're wearing that because we might as well ditch you."

I rolled my eyes and strode to my unkempt bed. Like a rag doll, I threw myself face first and groaned. "I have a big problem. I'm so confused with something, it's making me crazy."

The bed dipped with their weights. "What is it?"

Shhiiiittt..

Realizing I almost told them what happened, my eyes bugged out and I sprung to a sitting position. "Uhhhh...you see..."

They exchanged looks before curiously waiting for me to finish my story. The story I was about to bend into a lie.

"Remember Bert, the chubby boy from preschool with a huge bald spot on top of his head?"

Their eyebrows scrunched up in bemusement, and probably looking for a distant memory of a chubby boy with a bald spot on top of his head but coming up with no recollection. Of course I knew there wasn't because I made that up. Kris was not the problem here because he had always been the credulous one among us, but Gerard on the other hand, was never loose especially in the field of seeing past my lies.

"Well, we ran into each other the other day and uhmm... he—"I scratched my right eyebrow. --"there was this girl who, kissed him on the cheek. Now he's bothered and has been annoying me with questions like what the hell did it mean?!"

"First of all, I find it weird that a classmate in preschool you didn't see for the past decade would discuss such matters with you," Kris commented smartly and I mentally bashed my head for not thinking things through.

I only shrugged at him. "So? What's the verdict?"

"There are many factors to consider before we can go down into a conclusion," Gerard started, folding his arms over each other and taking in a pondering expression. "Like their relationship and the situation they were in when she kissed him. Are they in a relationship?"

I shook my head. "No, they're not."

"What are they?"

What were we? That was hard to answer. "I really don't have a definite answer for that. They're not friends but they're constantly around each other."

"So closer than acquaintances, but not close enough to be considered friends. Do they fight all the time?"

"More like bicker."