Wide Awake

Chapter 6

Last night's events had still left me on edge. Cara said we should just just ditch, but I needed a distraction from my own thoughts, even if it meant sitting in classes I hate and human contact. It was worth it. So I put on a brave face and jumped in my car.

It was a short drive, but it had seemed like it had been hours long. No one had said a word and the silence cut me to the bone. Today seemed way to cold for it to be August, but anything can happen. Cara told me it was because of global warming, but wouldn't that mean I'd be wearing my daisies and a tank.

By the time we got to our first class, it was already almost over. The teacher had asked why we were late, and apparently ' We were abducted by aliens, and the probing took longer than usual' is not an appropriate response, and it landed me in the administrator's office. The interrogation and paperwork took till lunch, good thing was I got to miss classes.

I had to make a quick stop by my locker, to get the necessities of course. My phone suddenly started to blare an awful tune, in which I had never heard before, and all I could think about is how I have to change it. It was a text from my dear friend, Harry. And I bet he's the one behind this annoying tone. That little twit, he sure knows how to get a girl's panties twisted.

Harry: Hey gorgeous.

Jess: Oh stop. you're going to make my head fill with air.

Harry: Like it isn't already.

Jess: Says the person who spends 2 hrs on their hair.

Harry: I suppose your hair looks like that when you wake up.

Jess: Piss off.

Harry: Looks like princess is angry.

Jess: Fuck you.

Harry: Just tell me when and where.

He is such an ass. We always joke about this kind of stuff, so it never seems to bother me that much. Besides, it's not like we have those kind of feelings for each other. It's just some harmless flirting, not like I would follow through with what I say. Anyway, I better get to lunch, wouldn't want to miss out on all the Scotty drama.

I close my locker, and as I turn around I bump into someone. " Seems like we just keep running into each other." He grinned. I smiled back. It seemed as though it was an involuntary movement. You know, like breathing and your heart pumping blood. The things that stop us from dying. I know smiling doesn't stop you from dying, but sometimes I like to think it can.

I nodded. " You know you're really pretty." I laughed at the thought of a boy,a man, of this degree of hotness, would call me pretty. " You can't be serious." I giggled. " Why would I not be serious?" He raised his brow. It wasn't that he called me pretty, it was the way he said it. With such softness, and with his deep accent, the words made my heart race. " Its just the fact that you think I'm beautiful when every other girl is ten times hotter than me." and this statement was true. " Whoa, hold up. I said you are pretty, not beautiful. So don't go getting full of yourself." He said this statement with such disgust, as if I wasn't as gorgeous as the other girls, as if he had confirmed my statement and my thoughts.

I mean isn't the guy supposed to tell you that you are way prettier than the other girls, not the opposite. I felt like I needed to cry, but crying in front of him would give him the upper hand, just so he could sweep me off my feet,again, and carry me away on his white horse. Taylor swift wrote a song just to warn me of guys like this, who think they can get the girl, save the day and have their day end the way they want it to.

I look over at him and I just wish he would leave, but he does the exact opposite. He tilts my head so I'm facing him. He leans down and plants a soft, passionate kiss on my lips. I immediately feel my cheeks heat. My mind was racing and my body was reeling. I can't think straight anymore. My judgement is clouded.

My hearts says it was right, but my mind says it's all wrong. Everything. Each and every little detail leading up to the kiss. All wrong, but just so right. He puts his back against the lockers, our shoulders almost touching. Even though I can't see him, I can feel him staring at me. He lets out a soft chuckle. " What?" I say, utterly confused. " Nothing, it's just... you're so beautiful." He turns away, a huge grin on his face.