Kissing Booth (Rewritten)

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Covalent Bonds

Jamie Myers

Even though he was clearly reluctant about it, Scar eventually shook my hand to seal our proposed deal. "Your hands feel great," I couldn't help but comment with an anything-but-comforting grin. His eyes flickered to mine and for the first time, I was able to see the true color of them. Depending on how you looked at it, Scar's eyes looked either green or blue, but now that I was standing just a few inches away from him, staring into his entrancing eyes, I realized they were a definite pale green with specs of dark blue floating amidst the iridescent color.

As if sensing the awkward tension, his gaze drifted to the floor. "Can you stop?" he snapped, rather rudely.

"Stop what?"

Before Scar could respond, the morning bell sounded above us, echoing throughout the halls in two second intervals. Almost immediately, students began to file through the hallways as they searched for their first class of the day. Scar released a silent sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose in blatant frustration. "Whatever, man." Without even saying a simple goodbye, he brushed past me and quickly became another face in the crowd.

I decided to not dwell over the situation any longer, and dug into my pocket for my box of blunts. As I played with the box in my fingers, I squeezed my way through the crowd of students until I pushed past the main doors, immersing myself into the cool, early November air, and collapsed onto the nearest bench situated just in front of the parking lot. I stretched my body along the length of the bench and stared up at the clear blue sky. A pleased smile curved my lips as I pulled out my lighter and lit a blunt, sticking it into my mouth and taking a long drag.

Suddenly, a figure loomed over me, blocking my view of the sky and casting a darkness over me. "You should be learning, you know," the figure noted with a playful smile.

I sat up abruptly and greeted Max with a smile. "Learning what, exactly?" Raising a provocative brow at him, I reached out to grab the collar of his shirt, tugging him down to eye level.

Max's deep brown eyes twinkled with amusement and his cute round nose crinkled as he thought about the answer to my question. "I don't know ... Covalent bonds, maybe?"

Max was cute in a brotherly way. He had the big, brown, doe eyes and kissable pink lips to classify him as a pretty boy. His voice was higher than most boys our age, he had a small build, and he was nice for the most part. He had always been bullied for these traits and I took him under my wing to protect him. I agreed that I'd fight off his bullies and somewhere along the road, we became friends with benefits. Our relationship was mostly one sided, though, because Max had blooming feelings for me that I obviously didn't reciprocate, much like all the other boys I found myself involved with.

I combed my fingers through his soft, loose, black hair. "Covalent bonds, hmm?" I leaned in closer to him so that our lips were merely centimeters apart. "How about we make a covalent bond right now?"

"Not on school grounds, Jamie," he denied, but despite his refusal, his cheeks flushed with color.

I brushed my lips against his, breathing lustfully. "I need my daily fix, Maxxie." Moving towards his neck, I began to trail kisses down his Adam's apple, occasionally sucking on his skin, which would be sure to leave a hickey later.

Max's hands grabbed onto my long hair as he threw his head back and let out a slight moan. "Why is it that when I want to hook up, you never want to, but when you want to hook up, I bow down instantly?" he asked in between moans.

I pulled away for a brief second and smiled at him. "Because you're my bitch." I dove into the crook of his neck again while simultaneously dragging my hands down the length of his arms.