Noticed that my chapters have been getting shorter and shorter.
I'll try to make them longer :P
"Wipe that stupid grin offa ya face, this ain't funny." I snapped. It was horrible, I knew we'd get caught.
"Hey, Elle…" Ugh. He was really enjoying this. "Hey, hey! 'Member why we're here?"
"To ruin Stacey's perfect grades?"
"No, well, yes, but… Before that."
The play! "Oh, yeah."
"It's in two weeks."
"So? Imma play sick and let Stacey do it… Oh, wait. Her parents might not let her 'cuz of her grades." I chuckled.
It was suddenly very quiet. Clearie wasn't even breathing. I felt his hand grab my chin and jerk it toward him.
I didn't understand what was going on. First we are sworn enemies, then we are actually normal. And then this.
What is this?
What is this feeling?
I know it isn't disgust. Hatred. It's something very foreign to me. Ecstasy.
Now I wasn't about to admit that I liked the way his lips felt against mine. Or the way his wide, strong hands gently cradled my face. Or even the way his warm body felt pressed ever so lightly against me. No, siree. Not today.
Because we were supposed to be worst enemies.
Because I hate him.
Because…
I couldn't bring myself to think the last one. It hurt. It hurt for some unknown reason, but it did.
He pulled back. A small smile was on those lips. Those eyes were peering down at me, evaluating my response.
"No…" I whispered. "No…"
I got up and ran.
Ran from the school.
Ran from my criminal acts.
Ran from that boy.