Married To Protect You (DISCONTINUED; NEW AUTHOR)

Thirteen:- Nervousness

~Justin's point of view~


-At school-



"Hey, loser! Just because you got a sexy girl doesn't mean you could stroll around thinking you're free." David proclaimed as he jabbed his finger on my chest hardly.



I backed up as I rubbed my chest. Then, he shoved me against the lockers causing me to grunt. He uses his lower arm to push me against the locker making me cough.



He leaned in closer 'til our noses are inches away. "Listen closely, you twat!" He spat/whispered. "You better stay away from Darielle or else-." He got cut off by a familiar voice.



"Or else what?" We turned to see Darielle standing there with an eyebrow raised also with a questioning look. I can't help but stare at her outfit. She looked so beautiful. WHOA! This is not the time to be thinking this.



I saw David gulped in fear the moment Darielle stepped in. "David?" She drawled questioningly. I felt him lose his grip on me. Darielle folded her arms. "Were you threatening my lover?" She questioned with her voice raising a little.



"Uh . . ." He cleared his throat and backed away from me with his gaze on Darielle. "I was just . . . uh . . . having a friendly chat . . . with a . . . y-your . . . um . . . lover! Yeah! That's it. . . . A nice . . . chat." He stammered as he backed up down the hallway more.



"Hmm . . . is that so?" Darielle questioned as she walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck making me stiffened up. Great . . . Here comes the nervousness.



"Y-yes . . . ?" David stuttered. "Ok . . ." She shrugged before turning her head to look up at me. "Then, I can do this." Before I could comprehend her statement . . . . She leaned in and gave me a soft and gentle kiss.



I couldn't help but feel light headed when she kisses me-- ever so lightly. My body became calm as my arms-- went on their own-- wrapped themselves around her petite waist making her body closer to mine if possible.



By now, I could hear the sound of whispers and mumbles from everyone as we kiss but somehow . . . I don't care. I felt myself enjoy in the kiss. My stomach is doing flips. Why am I feeling this?



What felt like 10 minutes-- we pulled away to catch our breath. Although we haven't let each other go but Darielle was the first to pull her arms away from my neck as I hesitantly let go of her waist.



I swear my face is super red as if I just got heated in a microwave. I scratched the back of my neck as she stood there with her head turning another side-- not making any eye contact.



I wonder what she is thinking right now . . . After that kiss . . . "Darielle-." She cut me off. "See you after school, Justin." Was the last thing she said before walking away and disappearing into the crowd.



I stood there as I stared down the way she went.

What just happened . . . ?