The Ocean Wanted A Kiss

Chapter two

The halls are dressed in black and white and the tiles are a checker board with humans as the pieces. The whole building sends a chill down my spine and reminds me of something out of my nightmares. I don't want to be here, I think and I wrap my arms around my chilled body; this is the last place I want to be in. Unfortunately, it's my fault I'm here, my doing, there's no dying now. Hesitantly, I walk up to the door with the small twenty-one nailed above it, checking the paper in my hand as I do. I slowly open the door which lets out a tired groan as the hinges protest.

Laughter sounds along the halls, joined with excited conversations and shouts. Model worthy girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly's above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing and causing all kinds of ruckus, all except one group that sit silently staring at laptop screens with massive headphones which appear to be permanently strapped to their heads. Breath of air brushes my ear; I follow the breeze and see a blue stripped paper plane gracefully gliding through the air across the tiled hall to stop with its nose against the wall.

I buy a small sandwich and head to the corner table where I seem to sit on for the rest of the year. The middle table is where the popular kids always sit, and where I also used to sit everyday the last year with Andrew. As I walk through the crowds of students to make my way to the corner.

"Sorry." I apologize instantly as I step on someone's foot. I keep my head down, not caring to look their way. The boy's figure blocks my way which makes me raise my head to look at the face I used to look at everyday. The blond muffled hair that casually lingers on Andrew's blessed face. Gosh how this gorgeous  face could be my nightmare.

"Hey." He smiles as if nothing happened yesterday, as if he didn't break up with me yesterday. My face is solid, making no expression, not moving either. "How are you?" He adds.

"Better than ever, sweetheart." I say licking my lower lip as a challenging smirk quickly plants on my face. I stand arm-crossed with my daring eyes that are burning a hole inside his head.

"You look like hell." He hisses and his voice is raspy as the friction between two coarse rocks.

"At least when I have sex, I close the curtains." I grin as I see the frown lingering on his face before he smirks, god I can imagine the horns growing upside his head now.

"Why don't you crash my place at 9 and close the curtains as you like?" He whispers as he steps forward getting intimately closer. I just stand still like a goddamn brick. Why does he always sound like I'm his fucking sex slave?

"You wish, hun." I bitterly say as I look him in the eyes for the first time, without blushing. The redness on my face is nothing but anger boiling in my system. I want to punch him so bad.

"Oh c'mon, I miss this thick ass." He whispers as I feel his hand grabbing my butt and pushing my towards his body, he didn't even do this when we were together. I grit on my teeth as anger flies in my whole body. Just as soon as the idea came up in my mind like a bulb suddenly igniting in my brain.

If he fucking thinks I'm a game, let me show him who's the coach.

"And I miss my hand against those cheeks." I hiss getting nearer where his breath caresses my skin. I place my hand on his cheek stroking his skin gently. A smile is quickly drawn on his face when I sounded like giving him what he wants. I can already see the evil redness growing in his eyes.

Damn, how have I ever fell in love with those eyes? They say you drown in those oceanic blue eyes but haven't they mention that these eyes can be your worst nightmare? I once saw gentleness and kindness in the eyes I now see evilness and selfishness in.