11 | the moment

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chapter playlist
• stolen moments - the vamps
•  try hard - 5 seconds of summer
• would you mind - PRETTYMUCH

(boy band edition?)

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gemma clark <<<

Is he going to kiss me?

Oh my God, he's going to kiss me.

My mind was racing. Do I want him to kiss me?

No, Gemma, you have a boyfriend.

Right.

But I didn't stop him. He kissed me, and I let him. I kissed him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. Closer?

Jake.

I've been with Jake for like, two years. That's a long fucking time, so maybe I'm just delirious, but wow. This is different. This is not Jake.

Why did I like that?

I didn't have time to think about it, because suddenly, I heard someone's voice.

A very familiar voice.

"Gemma? Who— Holy shit."

You have got to be kidding me.

Edith Marie Jones.

Please leave.

Her voice made me jump a bit, and Shawn and I separated, both of us glancing at her. Then I looked at him, and he looked at me. His face was a little red. It was cute.

Stop.

"I'm sorry. I'll just leave," Edith said, obviously frazzled, starting to step out of the room.

"No, don't. I think I should probably be the one to leave," Shawn said. He looked at me briefly; apologetically. Regretfully.

"You don't have to," I told him. I wished Edith would be the one to leave. He gave me a weak smile.

"Yes I do," he replied. "I'll call you, Clark."
Sorry."

You don't need to say sorry. I liked it.

He shot me a grin, and even after that whole incident, he still managed to be cool. How.

"Nice to meet you, Edith," he said with a smile, looking at her. I was jealous that he was looking at her. Look at me.

She looked surprised that he addressed her, then smiled a little sheepishly. "Nice to meet you too."

Somehow I suddenly noticed how attractive he was. His eyes. His smile. His body. How did I not notice before?

Stop. You just feel that way because the only guy you've kissed for two years is Jake Dempsey, and the excitement of something different is getting to your head. Stop it.

Right. Yeah. Of course.

He looked at me again, one last time, before opening the door and leaving.

"Ok, woah. What the fuck was that, Gemma?"

I ran my fingers through my hair and poured myself a glass of water. I didn't respond.

"Hello? Can you enlighten me on what I just witnessed?" Edith asked.

"I don't know, Edith! It just...happened. I don't fucking know, okay?"

Jesus. I didn't mean to snap, but I had to wrap my mind around it first before I could tell her about it.

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