Totally Platonic

His slim fingers trailed from my jaw to my chest before he leant in placing his lips on mine. I could feel everything and nothing at once. I could feel his hand gliding to my butt. I couldn't feel the glare coming from across the room. I could feel his tongue as it pressed to my lips asking for entrance. I did not feel the growing hostility from the girl marching over to us. I felt anger when he was pulled from my lips, but when she looked at me with so much hatred I felt nothing.

"What is this? You told me you loved me! So what in the hell is this?!" she screamed, face red in anger, her tears cascading down her face.

"It's nothing." he stuttered.

"You guys are basically in love. Just get married." she sighed sadly.

"It's not that type of relationship." I spoke up.

"Well what type is it?" she questioned angrily.

"A platonic one." I answered.

I felt the sharp pain in my right cheek before it even happened.

"Totally Platonic." she nodded to herself before exiting the locker room.