Falling In Love With The Douche

Part 3

        Well.. that day could not have been any longer. I think to myself as we walk home. We, being me and Emily.

        And then I saw it. About halfway through our walk, I saw him. He was alone, looking down at the ground, walking slowly. I wonder what was wrong with him. Before I could think I was beside walking beside him. 

        "Hey! Why are you walking beside me you bitch?!" He yelled at me.He didn't seem mad, just curious.

        "You're the Bitch!!" I said back to him, tugging at my hair. Feeling nervous, I leaned closer to him and made a disgusted look. "How could you be so ignorant, picking on me all of the time!" I say. He is just standing there, giving me a cute smile. "I honestly never did anything to you!" It was at this moment that I realized that Emily had left my side and was probably watching us from behind a a bush.

        I continued on my rant, which was hard because he was still giving me that smile. "You don't understand how much you have put me through. You don't  know how much you have hurt me! Both Mentally and Physically. You probably don't even-"

        I wasn't prepared for what was to come next. But at that moment I found his lips on mine, than I found myself kissing back. He pulls me closer to him, but I was still so short that I had to stand On my toes. Finally he let go and gave me a smile. "You're beautiful."

        And with that, he was gone, out of my sight. Well, he was running down the street with an obvious smile. I let myself sink into my thoughts as my face had gotten red. The cool breeze of fall helped cool me down.

        Emily made her way back to me and said "Wow,um what happened there?"

        I was way to scared to think. The only thing I could think of was the clear vision of his lips on mine. So I ran,I ran all the way back to my house.

        Once I was in the door, I slammed it to let my mom know that I was back. Than I sprinted up the stairs to my room. "What just happened?" I asked myself out loud. And a million questions started stirring in my head.

        Dose he like me? If he has how long? How do I confront him tomorrow? Will he kiss me again? What will the girls think? Will he ever kiss me again?

        I felt a smile creep onto my face.

        What would I do for him to be mine.