Boris' pov.
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I get cut off by y/n's hand hitting my face. And hard.
To be honest..
I kinda liked that.
"What's wrong with you?" Y/n asks me.
I'm lost for words.
"First you act like you like me as a friend, then you kiss me, only to tell me that you don't like me at all?" She furrows her eyebrows.
"Y/n.. wait- I-"
"No, Boris. You hurt me. It's been a day and you're already breaking my heart. And we're not even dating!" She says.
"I know, y/n. And I'm sorry. I've been thinking about it a lot lately and I just didn't want to start a relationship at the moment." I admit.
"Yeah, that's understandable. I'm not even mad because of that though. I'm angry because you led me on, Boris." She says.
"Led you on?" I ask.
"You don't know what that means?" She asks me.
I shrug.
"Well, it means to make someone believe something that isn't true. You know, lying?" She explains.
"Oh, yes, I definitely know what lying is." I smirk.
"Are you implying something?" She asks.
"No I was just- trying to make you smile." I reply.
"Look, y/n.. I'm sorry for what I did. It wasn't right and I'm not gonna blame it on anyone but myself." I say.
"Thanks, Pavsky.. I guess I need to chill.. and uh.. sorry for hitting you." She says.
"Sorry? Don't be sorry, bubba. Do it again." I smirk.
She shakes her head and looks down, crossing her arms and smiling.
"Race you to the candy cupboard?" She looks up at me
"Oh, it's on!" I reply.
I did it.
I won the race.
