INMARCESIBLE

INMARCESIBLE - 16

      I'd never been one of those girls who dreamt about the kind of very first kiss that would resemble those movies that teenage girls always squealed about. Fiery, passionate, heart-pounding or whatever. Where I would smile at him as if he was my entire world and my heart would flutter at his husky voice.

But this......if I knew this was how I was gonna lose my first kiss I would've kissed the heck out of Harry Marvin (my prince charming from fourth grade) a long time ago and be done with it.

I stood paralyzed to my spot, as my breathing glitched. And I could feel the heat growing in my cheeks. I expected him to say something crude or inappropriate, maybe that would've made the awkward silence that preceded my foolish slip of tongue a bit bearable. But the silence laid on my skin like a poison. Making my anxieties mount into a circle, like a song stuck on repeat.

Now, I was literally begging him with my squinted eyes, Please! Just please say something.

"Why are you glaring at me like that?" He suddenly asked.

"Huh!?" I was definitely caught off guard.

"I said why the hell are you glaring at me? Shouldn't it be me who should do the glaring since my lips were so brazenly robbed off?" He said and I still remained dumfounded.

'Brazenly robbed what...!!!' "Wait! I did not rob you off anything." I frowned unpleasantly.

"Yeah? Then what was that shriek about being it your first kiss and all." I frowned back to his annoyed face.

"T-That...It's nothing. It's best to forget about this whole ordeal." I mumbled in retort.

"Ho, fine by me. I don't want to remember something as unpleasant as that either. So, it's better to act as if it never happened. By the way, your breath stinks." He spoke in all his haughtiness.

'Wait what!! My breath stinks!?'

I was left speechless. Who in their right mind would ever comment on a girl's breath after being kissed by her. Apparently, there was one lad known as Eric Warnard that was crazy enough to do so. Wait! That was not a kiss!

"I...I... You can't say that to a girl!" I exclaimed, quite miserably indeed.

"Oh!? Are you being a sexist now?" He raised one of his pretty eyebrows. What the heck!?

I understood, with Eric, even a small argument grew from nowhere into a tornado. So, I thought it was best to drop this matter with a forgiving heart.

"You know what, I think it's best I leave you alone as you don't seem to be in your right mind. And FYI, my breath does not stink." I huffed out loud.

"Yeah!? Keep telling that to yourself if it makes you feel better." He retorted.

"God who am I even arguing with!" I questioned, rather to myself than to him. At times like these, heard its better to argue with a donkey than with an unreasonable prick. I sighed and turned around to leave the company of the irritated creature called Eric Warnard. But the moment I turned the doorknob and opened the door I saw something. A flesh of darkness maybe, I couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was, but I knew it was nothing good. Because I felt its breath in my face. Whatever it was, it had the darkness around the hallway as its cover. Like a chilling breeze it whispered into my ears, "Eeny meeny miney moe...caught a lassie by the jaw, if she hollers, slit her throat." And then it started giggling like a deranged child. Dread owned me at that moment, pushing me like an invisible gale and I stumbled backwards. Fear had my stomach tightened into knots as cold sweat drenched my back.