Morphed

Chapter 15

After a few punches were thrown, I felt obligated to step in because technically, I had started it just because my ass was too fine to ignore.

"Gavin!" I said sternly. No response.

"Stop!" I yelled, shoving both oh them away from each other. "Quit being so immature!" I paused, "really? Grabbing my ass?" I questioned Alex. "And you," I growled at Gavin, "come with me." I grabbed his collar and dragged him through the circle of people, my eyes must've been pitch black by now. "Nothing to see here." I mumbled as they all started to go back to their own things. There was blood coming out of Alex's nose and I prayed it wasn't broken.

Gavin looked relatively fine, his face was at least. Just a smallish bruise forming on his cheek. I dragged him all the way outside and then scanned him with my eyes. "Are you hurt?" I asked.

"Nope." He said, popping the 'p'. I made him change his mind though when I grabbed his knuckles. There was a red cuts on them and he winced when I touched them.

"That doesn't sound like a no." I said sarcastically.

"Well it doesn't hurt that bad." He mumbled, but I cut him off again by poking his knuckles, making him inhale quickly. "Stop doing that." He breathed.

"Okay," I smirked. "I will and I'll get Andrew to take you home if you answer my question." Holding his hand made my skin tingle while I looked at his hand. Damn you, teenage hormones, you're supposed to hate him.

"Ask away."

"Why did you do that?"

His eyes looked unsure. "Do what?"

"Fight him." I sighed through my nose.

"Because he was putting his hands on you and you weren't happy."

"Like you care if I'm happy." I snapped, and his eyes went soft for a minute.

"I do care." Gavin said softly.

"No you don't. You ignored me for a whole fucking month and then talked to me. Sounds like you care a lot, doesn't it?" I had slowly started to squeeze his hand tighter and I didn't realize until he shifted himself away from me, with a pained look on his face. "Sorry." I looked down, loosening my grip.

"I didn't mean to... I just... I don't know how to... Um..." He stuttered. What the hell was he trying to say?

"You didn't what?"

"I didn't know how I felt and how to deal with it so I avoided you. Okay?"

"What do you mean 'how you felt'?" I was seriously confused at this point.

"How I felt after our kiss, Brynne. I hadn't felt it before that fucking kiss and I have no idea what to think of it." Gavin's voice raised the slightest bit.

I felt my cheeks burning when I thought I had caught on. "You mean... A good feeling?" I squeaked.

"No, an awful feeling." He said sarcastically. "Brynne, I've kissed a ton of girls, but you're different."

"Oh, it's wonderful to know how many girls you've made out with." I rolled my eyes, just trying to disguise the fact that the butterflies in my stomach were trying to fight their way out.

"That's not what my point was." He sounded kind of nervous.

"Mm. Well let's go find Andrew." I changed the subject before my cheeks caught fire.

We found him in the bar surrounded by girls. What a surprise.

"Andrew, can we go?" I asked, poking him.