Chapter 11

Kiss?

Larry's point of view.

I lean up against the tiled wall while watching Ben dunk his head under the cold-water tap, trying to cool off his adrenaline from the punch on.

A look of sympathy flashes through my eyes which he clearly notices when he lifts his head from out of the sink, shakes his hair furiously, now looking me in the eyes firmly.

"Larry, it had to be done so stop bashing yourself up over it." He states coldly while washing his knuckles under the cold water too, with a slight hiss of pain escaping his lips.

I let out a sigh while lifting up the two sketchbooks and tin in my hand to stare at the covers in boredom. A growl sounds off from in his direction, so I look back up at him in which he doesn't look pleased.

"Larry, I mean it. Please stop, you know I care about you a lot and it just pains me to see you mourning over this when you were the victim." He sets his gaze to the sink again, with another hiss of pain sounding off when he puts his knuckles back under the water. My heart melts to the bottom of my stomach when watching him, I just hated seeing him like this.

I look away from him to stare at the open passageway that leads into the bathroom from the doorway, but then I hear the tap turn off and paper towels make a ripping sound, which I assume is him drying his hands.

I look at my black metallic watch on my right arm to check the time. The time read 10:30am which meant that class had just started, but because the toilets are soundproof we didn't hear the second bell.

"Bell just went." I mutter half-heartedly while dropping my arm back down to my side, maintaining my view on the passageway.

When I hear footsteps, I assume Ben is walking into my direction so we can leave to go to class, but when I feel a shove of pressure press me harder against the wall, I stand very much corrected.

The books and tin drop down to my side from in my hand while Ben stands infront of me with his hands pressed against my chest firmly.

I dart my eyes to meet with his instinctively, but his ones remain as a harsh intensity when they meet mine.

I gulp in reply which causes him to growl.

"Larry. I said drop it, so why haven't you already?" He questions with haste while still holding me against the wall.

I look into his powerful gaze with a lump forming in my throat. My eyes take in his appearance as his arms have fully tensed up, in which they show all his muscles in his biceps with small veins bulging.

I tense up to the sight with a pink blush forming on my cheeks. When his voice sounds off again, I become even more rigid.

"Are you going to answer, Larry?" He asks with the tone of impatience, while pressing a knee between my legs just beneath my crotch.

I gasp in reply which he smoothly calms down when his lips press onto mine with passion.

My heart pounds in my chest, while my eyes automatically close shut now falling into the calming rhythm of the kiss.

The kiss tasted so sweet; his lips tasted like raspberries.

I could feel every detail in the kiss; the way his lip's softy brushed against mine was just pure.

The feeling of the temperature rising to heated levels between us was exotic.

I've never felt anything like this before. My first kiss was with my friend, and for some reason, I was happy about that.

As time passed on, we stay pressed against the wall kissing for a couple of minutes until his wet, red lips depart from mine causing my dazed mind to want more.

I touch a finger to my blossom pink lips with my head tilted downwards slightly, my crimson blush growing to the thought.

He distances himself from me, now crouching down to pick up the books and tin from off the floor, handing them back to me with a smirk.

"You dropped something." He whispers seductively while placing the objects into my hand.

"T-Thanks." I stutter unintentionally which makes him smirk even more.

He nods his head into the direction of the passageway, which I then follow him from behind, only keeping a short distance apart as my head settles back into reality.

He looks over his shoulder at me, turning his facial into a serious one.

"I did it for you Larry. Now please do for me what I've asked of you." I think about it for a second, now nodding my head in agreement which has him looking at me softly again.

I fastened my walking pace so that we're walking side by side with a goofy smile still taken place on my lips with an overly noticeable red blush.

He pinches me on the arm with a smirk before cheekily saying, "So, how was that kiss?"