My arms folded across my chest in a protective stance as I glared across the room at him."Why did you kiss me?"
His eyes roll and he spits out, "I said I'm sorry, okay! Can we please just forget it ever happened and move on." It's not a question, but a command.
"No." I said defiantly, "But, if I was to forget about it I would want to know why you kissed me. On a completely unrelated note, why the hell did you decide to fucking kiss me?"
He looked down at his feet with an expression that some may call guilt. "I'm sorry,"
"Sorry isn't going to cut it," The words came out sharper than I meant.
He looked up at me, this time angrily, "You want to know why I kissed you," I nodded my head slowly, not sure if I did anymore, "Fine. So maybe I've liked this girl since we were like, 11, and she's like totally oblivious and doesn't look at me as anything other than a friend. And maybe I've been trying to work up the courage to actually make a move. And maybe," He said this part a little more quietly, "Maybe it didn't turn out like I imagined it."
He began to turn around, storm off and forget all about this when I stopped him.
"Hey Chase," I called out.
He turned around, "Yeah?"
"If I were you, I'd try again but maybe this time I'd try something different, like, I don't know… taking her to a movie."
I bit my lip nervously, "Maybe that would work,"
He smiled slightly, "Okay,"
I turned around and began to walk away to my locker when he called out;
"Hey Rory,"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to go see a movie later?"
I grinned, "Sure,"
And later on, when he would kiss me, I wouldn't scream.