Monica's P.O.V.
There always are those moments in your life where you don't wanna leave that moment and make it into a memory. Where you don't wanna leave that situation.
There are also those moments that you don't wanna go back to ever again. Where you just want the ground to suddenly open and swallow you up, where you want to teleport. You never wanna hear someone talking about that moment nor do you want yourself to think about that in the late future.
Well, this moment is a mixture of both.
The second I felt hands grab the back of my head gently and a warm pair of lips press against mine, I knew I was totally and utterly screwed.
I froze, completely clueless on what to do or even how to react. As in freeze-freeze. It was like my feet was planted to the ground and something was holding me in place. Like I couldn't move to the point that I thought I was paralyzed.
Josh suddenly held up a cold palm upto my cheek and stroke it, continuing to kiss ne like there's no tomorrow. I was there standing like an idiot my hands completely frozen and limp in my sides, my bag almost falling out from my shoulder.
It was then that I noticed that people were starting to stare.
I snapped back to reality immediately and placed my hands on his chest (which were rock hard by the way) to push him away from me with all the strength I can gather from my petite arms.
"W-wha--?" I breathed out in a hoarse whispered.
Josh looked at me. Regret, rejection, pain and remorse clearly showcased in his gorgeous face.
Gorgeous? You pushed the guy away in the midst of a kiss and you're thinking about how attractive he is? Smooth, real smooth Mony.
"I-I'm sorry," Josh apologized "I-I wasn't thinking and y-you're just...." he stuttered, struggling to find the right words.
"I'm s-sorry." He stammered and it took me all the courage not to hug him.
Wait, what?
I just managed to blink and swallow to relieve the tightening sensation in my throat.
It was like my feet had a mind of it's own when it started to move towards my car.
My hand shakily inserted the key in the ignition, my heart beating erratically in my chest that I could hear it pound.
I started to move out of the parking lot, seeing a lot of people's eyes on my car driving away.
Great, I wonder what the gossips will be. Yay me!
Not.
Strangely, I managed to get home without getting hurt. Maybe a couple of angry horns from drivers but yeah, no trouble.
I walked in the house, almost running through the large foyer while making a beeline for the stairs.
"Monica, sweetie," I cringed at my mom's voice calling out for me, "can you give me a hand here at the kitchen after you change? " I heard the intercom beside the light switch sound.
