Best friends, Parent's Divorce, High school drama, and love on top of that? Ugh. It's so complicated.
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It's amazing that I even go to school in the first place. Because my Dad is never here to see me leave in the mornings. And my Mom isn't here either to check up on me.
So as I lay in bed with my phone buzzing, I just ignore it. I ignore the doorbell ringing and the pounding on my front door. Because I know exactly who it is, and I don't feel like seeing him right now. I just want to sleep.
I pull the blanket higher to cover my head and close my eyes to go back asleep.
It's not till around noon that I wake up again. And this time I do check my phone.
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I feel a little bad that he seemed panicked. He's still my best friend after all. So I send him a quick text and just decide to go back to bed.
But there goes my phone.
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I groaned and pushed my phone away, "What does he not get about ignore!?"
I hid under my blanket once again and curled myself around one of my pillows, squeezing it extra tight in my arms and in between my legs. It acted as a way to help me forget what happened in his truck.
But as I breathe deeply, with each inhale and exhale, I remember exactly how it felt.
I was so angry. So pissed. And he looked pissed too. Yet, in just one second he was kissing me. He cupped my face and his hands were hot. I felt how firm they were, and I can feel it on my face now. It's making me blush the longer I recall each second that passed. Each second of his sultry lips on mine. Another second and his tongue is mashing with mine. And then another second he's breathing heavily in my face, and all I can feel is heat. Heat between our tongues, our bodies, and a deep burning heat in my heart.
It pumps for Jimin, but I can't be happy about it.
I mean, I'm a little happy. I think.
But in sets the confusion and anger the longer I think about it. Over and over, an endless circle. Because what did the kiss mean to him? That's the big question. That's what makes me the most angry and sad. Because I have no idea what it meant. Sure, we were arguing, and I've heard people have makeup sex when they're pissed off and stuff. But in no way was this the same thing. I think.
