Hating My Other Half (Jon Cozart)

Chapter 13: Are Those Cheetos?

We make our way home in silence.

"Holly, would you please talk to me."

I roll my eyes, and look out the window.

"No? Okay, then I'll speak. I didn't mean to kiss you. It just happened. I know we said were taking it slow. I really am sorry. But now that we're home," he pulls into the driveway, "You can run inside and lock yourself in our room."

I look at him, and grab his face, kissing him, "Now we're even, so shut up." I got out, leaving him dumbfounded. I smirked as I head inside.

I went to the bedroom, and sat on the bed, using the remote to turn on the tv, watching a random show.

After a bit, Jon opens the door, and looks at me for a while. I stare right back.

"What was that about?" He asked, strictly, but I can see a small smile.

I shrugged, "What was what about?"

"You know," he says, "The thing were we were in the car talking and then magically our lips were touching?"

I chuckled, "What? I don't recall any kissing in the car."

"Oh, you will when you realize how bad you want this." he puts his hand to his mouth, messily kissing it, looking bad on purpose, and making very disturbing noises.

"Eww, stop." I say.

He smirks, "You know you want it."

"No, I don't want it at all." I roll my eyes, and stand up, going to my drawer, and grabbing some shorts and a tank top.

I walk past him, "I'm going to shower."

"Kay." He says, slamming the door behind me.

I smile a little bit at how silly Jon is.

Wait, what? No, that's not right. Stop it, Holly.

I close the bathroom door, and turn on the shower and undress. I wash my makeup off before hopping in the hot water.

A song pops up in my head, and I start singing She Looks So Perfect by 5SOS.

Once I get to the chorus, Jon knocks, and joins in my song.

"No thank you," I yell, "I don't need backup."

"You did so." He yells back, and I hear him walk off. I laugh lightly, and finish up washing my hair, and get out and get dressed.

I go to back to the room, where Jon is lying down, and playing on his phone. Wrapping my hair in my towel, and sit down next to him on my side of the bed.

"You look funny." Jon says.

"Your face looks funny." I snap back.

He acts offended, "Yeah right, you love this face."

Yeah, a little.

No.

"Not at all, loser. Never. Now I'm going to get something to eat."

"Well, then I'll shower." He says, and we both get up, leaving the room.

I get into the kitchen and grab a bag of chips, heading back to the room. I lied down, and continued watching The Big Bang Theory.

Eventually I got full, and got up, heading back to the kitchen. Right as I passed the bathroom, Jon came out, and we stopped in front of each other.

"Um, sorry." I got slightly distracted by his wet exposed chest.

"That's- that's fine." He must've been nervous also, us being so close.

I stared up at him for a while, and he stared back. I gulped, not ready for an actual kiss that is participated mutually.

Before anything happened, Jon pipped up, "Oh, are those Cheetos? Thanks." And he took the bag from me, and headed back to the room.

I sighed, and leaned against the wall.

How am I even slightly attracted to Jon?