Not My Type

" I beg your pardon?", said Chris . Bewilderment was clearly visible in his eyes.
" Go away.", I said again . Chris touched my cheek, tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and lowered his face. I felt epinephrine rush through my blood vessels.
" Why do you act so distant Sam? Why do you want me to go away?", he asked me softly . I could not search for the correct words. The look in his eyes was painful.

" You are not my type Chris."
I expected him to stamp his foot, turn away and leave the closet . I expected him to yell at me, " Dammit Sam. You are such a jerk!" or maybe " I don't wanna see your face again".
But things didn't turn out that way.
Chris cupped my face and planted a kiss on my forehead , leaving me astonished.
" Maybe I am not your type Sam. But I surely am the best of my type.", he said before leaving the closet with one of those mischievous smirks of his.
I sat down on the floor .
He was not ready to go away.
But he should understand that this is or rather we are forbidden to happen.
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What happens when sixteen year old Samantha Mitchell finds out that all this while she has been in love with Christopher, the one boy her brother had forbidden her to be with?
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