You tried to form some sort of fathomable apology, but words wouldn't come. You stared at Dirk, he was just as shocked as you. Your name is Jake English and you accidentally kissed your best friend in front of the entire school… And… you liked it?
No. No no no. Dirk was your best bro. Of course you didn't like it.
… Except you did. But, why?
Why did you suddenly find yourself in a mess of new feelings? Why didn't you play it off as a joke, an accident, something besides standing there like an idiot! Dirk was standing there too, staring at you, well you assumed – those damn glasses.
Your eyes drifted to the crowd of students – you'd only been standing there a few seconds but it seemed like a year. What did you do? Oh God…
Finally somebody in the sea of your peers broke the awkward silence, "Ohhhhh, Gaydirk makes his move." There were several snickers followed by another remark, "Hey English, that why Lalonde didn't want you?" More laughter. You could feel your face reddening.
Dirk swallowed hard, and opened his mouth to speak – or so you thought. Your eyes went wide, he crashed his mouth on yours and kissed you again… In front of everyone. The crowd went silent again. He took a step forward, causing you to stumble backwards and break the kiss. You landed on the stage with an "oof".
Why… What..
"Dirk?" You sputtered out.
"S-sorry." His voice was shaky, if you could read his mind it'd probably be a jumbled mess of 'why the fuck did you just do that!'
But you couldn't read his mind, that didn't stop your own from screaming. 'Why the fuck did he just do that?'
Dirk took a step back, and another, and two more – completely off the stage. He turned to the crowd, or rather the group of sneering confused teenager peers. His eyes drifted over them for a second.
"Well?" His voice echoed. "What're you staring at?"
Nobody answered.
"I'm sure you've all kissed somebody too!" There were a few whispers but nobody said anything directly to Dirk. "You all saw Jake fall."
"What about you! You kissed Jake full on, you fucking queer!" Somebody yelled, Dirk gritted his teeth and turn back to you. You were still sitting on the stage in an awkward fashion.
"When you love somebody…" He began. "You do stupid things." He smirked and turned on his heel towards the backdoor of the stage. He left.
He… loved you… He just… He said he loved you… and he left.
Nothing made sense, your head was spinning, your heart was in your stomach, and frankly you didn't want to be where you currently were. The spotlight on the stage was immensely hot, you closed your eyes tightly and wished for it all to stop.
Silence.
All the whispers, murmurs, everything – gone. The last thing you remember is your head colliding with the wood of the stage.
At least you weren't so confused now.
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(AN: It's reallllly short, I know, but here it is. ^^'' I should really stop writing 4:30/5 AM XD)
