After that handfull scene outside, I invited Zach into our house to clean his wounds. I know he deserves this but it's just not right. I wiped the blood from his busted lips and put cold ice on the bruise from his forehead.
"Thank you." Zach said and smiled at me while he holds my hand that's wiping the blood.
He started to put away my hands then cupped my cheeks. I don't know where this is going, well probably I do but I need this. After what happened ten minutes before, I need this. I shouldn't be jumping to him right away but I need this.
Our lips smashed together trying to be in sync but at first couple of second we couldn't. Maybe, I'm just a bad kisser. It's my second time and my first time was forced so I'm no good at this. I shouldn't be doing this. I pushed Zach but he wouldn't budge and continued to kiss me. How could he enjoy this kiss? He guided me through and as it prolong, we moved in sync. Before it goes to a hot session, I smiled at the kiss and pulled away. We're both lost at words and of breaths. We just laughed at the situation as I finished cleaning him and the new blood that's probably caused by the pressure we just did a while ago.
A little later, he was on his way home and kissed the top of my head as goodbye but before he got into his car, my mom pulled at the garage and she has this look that's clearly unpleased. I'm at shock so I simply got inside before we make a scene and give the neighborhood a free show.
"Dream Lively McBroom what are you thinking?" My mom yelled. "You, of all people should not be trusting him anymore because he fooled you."
"Mom, he was bruised because Dani, the good boy at your eyes, punched him in the face." I argued.
"Well probably he'd seen what I saw before and you're letting it to happen to you again. Learn from it, not live by it." My mom said and I know she's true but I want to try this out on my own. Maybe he's a changed man and he have said that and I rely on that. "I am very disappointed at you right now." And that's probably the most hurtful thing my mom ever said to me but here I am, living with my own failure.

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Teen Fictionsometimes you fall for assholes when a decent man is right in front of you.