“I want you.”
My heart skipped a beat.
Did I hear it right?
I looked at his eyes, his unbending serious blue eyes. It makes me dizzy just looking at those blue depths. Maybe that’s why a lot of girls fell for him or maybe it’s the way his unkept blonde hair shines in the sun and tickles your face. Or maybe the way he kisses like he doesn’t want to stop. Either way he makes you feel special just by looking at him. He makes you feel like no one matters except for you.
But I know that’s not true.
“Don’t.” I said sternly. He looked surprised. I pushed him away from me, away from my beating heart, away from his warm body. He’s not the one I like. So why do I feel this way? Please don’t do this. Stop, please. I don’t want to hurt anymore.
“Farrah?” He whispered my name like it’s precious. I looked at him, scared and in pain. I’m already suffering from problems and from a certain boy, there’s no need to add for more.
“Don’t say things like that, Andrew.” I said to him while clenching my jaw and holding back my tears. I pushed my glasses back. He looked at me exasperatedly.
“What? That I want you? That maybe I like—“I cut him off by pushing him again.
“Don’t! Don’t say that!” I said to him angrily. Andrew looked at me, mad.
“What the hell? Why can’t I fucking say that, huh? Is it because you don’t like me too? Is it because of that fucking Josh—“I didn’t let him finish. I ran off while covering my ears, my tears falling off my face.
“Farrah!” He shouts after me. Stop! You don’t mean that! Don’t come after me. Leave me alone!
I felt him grab my hand and tugged me making me face him. He looked mad and hurt. My heart skipped a beat again. No! He’s not hurt at all. How can he?
“Why don’t you believe me, Farrah?” He pleaded at me. I shook my head.
Andrew, please stop. Don’t confuse me anymore please. I plead at him in my head through my eyes.
“I want you, Farrah. I do. I like-“I cut him off again.
“Don’t.” I tugged my hand back. He looked at me with pain in his blue eyes. Those blue eyes that always confuse me. With those blue eyes that makes me question my feelings. I tried looking at him back but I can’t. I looked down.
“Don’t you dare play with me.” With that I walk away, then slowly sped up turning it into a run. I don’t know if he ran after me or not. I didn’t dare look back.
Why? How can it be? There’s no way Andrew Greene the Greek god can want me. I mean look at me.
I ran harder.
There’s no way. He’s a player; he plays girls like they were just toys he can access. Maybe he made a bet with his friends? Maybe he was joking? Maybe…
He can’t like me. It’s impossible. I didn’t ask him to teach me how to kiss to make him fall for me. I mean it’s impossible for a guy like him to want me. Even the guy who was beside me since I was three didn’t even want me.
I don’t like him, anyway.
So why the fudge am I feeling this way?
Why do I feel hopeful? Is it hope that what he said was true? I shake my head. How can I feel this way when I’m in love with Josh?
I looked at the building in front of me.
St. Peter’s Hospital.
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Teach Me to Kiss
Romance"Andrew Greene, can you teach me how to kiss?" My life changed as soon as I heard those words. ---- Meet Andrew Greene, the cliché rich playboy who has everything he needed, everything he wanted and more. But the real question is, does he really? Do...
