My short legs didn't carry me as far as I wanted them to. Everyone else around me could take long strides with out them knowing. Some of them, knocked you down when you walked. But there was one guy who knocked into you on purpose, and that guy during the time undeniably made your stomach boil and twist just from his name. Dave. Shitfaced. Strider.

John would talk about this internet friend that he met online and said that he told him EVERYTHING (much to my dismay.) Around the time we were entering our last year as middle schoolers- and then we got a new student. First appearances said in loud words that he was a DOUCHE. His shades glistened from the light every time he turned, scanning people behind his dark lenses, tight black jeans squeezed out every tiny curve of his lower body.

A few months later, when I finally warmed up to Dave, John seemed a little distant. Apparently they were both trying to avoid each other while I stood and watched between them like a useless mutt.

"Hey KitKat, has John said anything to you this whole week?" He wrapped his arm around me, trying to force a smirk.

"No, I'm sorry your boyfriend didn't call or text me this week and I'd like to know what the hell is going on between you and John- did you say something to hurt his feelings?"

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"Yeah whatever, I see the side glances you give him in geometry class."

"Nah Karks. The only one that I look at during geometry is. you." Dave leaned his head in closer, jabbing his finger at my cheek. I could feel his warm breath all over my face, which made my cheeks rise a deep shade of red.

"You're too close for comfort, dickwad."

Dave chuckled and glanced around, now on high alert of anyone glancing our way.

"Me and John got in a big fight, I won't tell you what happened, but let's just say we let out some feelings that should've been kept bottled up."

"You know you can't stay quiet forever." I crossed my arms, a gesture I now did out of habit, and glared up at him.

"Fine, but I'll tell you one little part by my awesome acting routine I came up with this morning."

My eyes landed right to his, or so I thought that was what I was looking at. His stupid shades covered his eyes, which I hated. I was too focused on the fact that Dave's glasses covered his mystery eyes that I hadn't noticed that he leaned in closer, and when I finally got caught up in the moment, I jumped back a little.

"I think I might love you." and then came the kiss. It wasn't anything big. To me, OF COARSE IT WAS A BIG DEAL! Dave had pecked me on the lips and my brain just slowly turned into a pile of mush. I was too focused on Dave to realize that now all attention was averted to us. People's whispers became a soft tune of stupidity. I hadn't even realized that a familiar blue hooded boy had turned his gaze to the floor, and turned away fast down the corner.

"I think I might have just seen John..." I whispered just below a murmur, trying to get me and Dave to our senses.

"It probably was nothing."

Yay! cliff hangers! that's all that I wanted to say owo.