"Do you think I'm a good guy?"
"No," I stated blatantly.
"Well, your wrong."
"Wrong about what?" I asked in confusion.
"I'm a good person who does bad things."
Emotionally closed off Kiiara Kane, is a blunt, emotionless, and straight forward, human...
"Kiiara, I'm sorry! It didn't happen like that!" Micah exclaimed. I stormed off not wanting to hear whatever he had to say. He was my ride so I just walked.
"Kiiara, wait!" He called after me.
"How could you? I actually opened up to you and then you go and do something like that?!" I stopped in my tracks and turned to him. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks and stung my face. His face fell and his eyes look devastated.
"No, you don't get to do that! You don't get to act like your sorry and that your sad or something!" I was getting flustered by yelling so much at once.
He stepped closer to me. When he got close enough he reached his hand out to touch me. I moved away in disgust. His warm touch just made it worse.
"Kiiara," he said softly. I shook my head dismissively and turned around to walk off.
******* 5 hours earlier.
Ugh.
None of the outfits that I tried on for the party worked. These are the times that I really miss Mia's friendship. She would normally help me.
I tried on mix matched clothes for about 2 hours, but none worked.
Just then, I heard a knock at the door. My gaze flew from my mirror to the door in an instant.
"Hey, honey. Just checking in," my mother peeked in.
"Yeah I'm fine. I just don't have anything to wear to this party," I said in all honesty. She took a seat on the bed, smoothing out the sheets.
"What about this?" She held up an out fit it was a short punk tank top with even shorter shorts. I was shocked. This was the type of outfit she was supposed to forbid me from wearing, not encourage me.
"I think you deserve a night out. Just be careful, please," she pushed the outfit closer to me and left the room. I held it you in front of my body looking in the mirror.
It actually worked really well. I had just the perfect shoes to match. After, I got dressed I did my hair. I got ready early so I just kicked back and watched a movie until Micah got here.
*****
I waited outside for him as he said he was on his way.
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His motorcycle pulled up and he took off his helmet, fluffing his hair.
His eyes spent a little time on my body, given my outfit.
"Woah," he breathed. I rolled my eyes and got on. Micah wore a blue shirt that read "DRIPPIN" in bold red, and well, "drippin" letters. He pulled it off with a dark grey hat and black jeans.
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All in all, he looked good.
We drove off and soon arrived at the party.
Booming music oozed through out the house. There were strobe lights when we walked in flashing everywhere. People danced by themselves and or on each other. Red Solo cups were everywhere. Micah took my hand and pushed us through the crowd.
"Would you like something to drink?" He yelled over the loud music.
"Uh yeah, just a soda," I shouted back.
He smirked and shook his head. He handed me my soda and took a beer for himself.
"You made it!" Someone behind me said.
I turend to see Ryan.
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"We wouldn't miss it," Micah smiled. I still didn't understand why he was being so nice to her.
"Well, Tristan's out back so I suggest you keep out his way," she winked and strutted away.
I took a seat on the couch behind me. Micah also took one, oddly close to me.
"Don't you wanna dance?" He asked turning to me. I automatically shook my head no. I don't dance.
"Oh come on, it'll be fun," he pleaded. Leave it to Micah to persuade me to do anything.
I reluctantly stood up as Micah lead me to the dance floor.
He started to sway back and forth and move his hands in the air. He looked silly but cute.
I moved my feet from side to side.
"Come on! You gotta get into it!" He laughed.
The song "In my Feelings" my Drake started to play. Great. Everyone loved this song. Except me.
"Keke! Do you love me?" Micah danced forming a heart with his hands.
I rolled my eyes at him. He was ridiculous.
"Cmon on!" I gave in and danced along with him.
"Are you riding?" I sang. Micah and I laughed.
We all danced recklessly for the rest of the song.
When another song came on we danced even more. He grabbed my hand and twirled me around really fast. We ended up even closer than before. My hair was in my face and we were both breathing heavily, our hands still locked.
He moved my hair away from my eye and out it behind my ear.
Micah moved forward, if that was even possible. I felt his breath fan my face for a while. His eyes were locked with mine.
He moved his hand down to my waist and pulled my body closer. It was a very intense moment. He leaned down and pressed his soft lips against mine after what felt like forever. I kissed him back with passion. He held me tightly and stroked my hair. I ran my hands through the hair the stuck out from under his hat. It felt like we were the only ones in the room.
We eventually pulled apart from each other. I took a step back and put my finger on my lip in shock.
"I, uh, have to go the bathroom," I brushed past him and tried to remember where the restroom was. I've been to Ryan's house before to celebrate a track meet with the team.
I found it and immediately closed the door, pressing my back against it. My heart was racing in my chest.
What just happened? Did Micah just kiss me? Did I kiss back?
This was happening too fast. I couldn't help but look in the mirror and smile. I replayed the moment in my head like a million times.
I was trying to figure out why I felt so special about this. Why this meant so much to me when it finally hit me.
