Chapter 7
As soon as I realized what was going on, I pushed Zane away and slapped him.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"You kissed me. What was I supposed to do?"
"You could've kissed me back." He licked his lips. "You taste like chocolate," he smirked at me.
"Oh, I wonder why," I glared at him. "Why did you kiss me?"
"It seemed like a good idea," he shrugged.
"A good idea? That's not very romantic."
"Well, I could try again," he took a small step forward. He was really close. I could smell his cologne. It smelled really really good. Whoa, get a hold of yourself, Kitty!
"Um," I began. My words were cut off by Zane once more, kissing me full on the lips. Let's just say it was nice. It wasn't anything like french kissing, but it was pretty hot. It felt like it was more than a kiss, like he was telling me something. Then a thought occurred to me. Did he even know my name? I broke the kiss, still standing really close to him.
"Say my name," I said. He leaned down to my ear.
"Anything special you want me to say, Kitty?" he whispered. I got chills when he said my name. It sounded so different from the way everyone else said it. It sounded sexy. Zane leaned down slightly and kissed my neck. I pushed him away. That's a little too intimate for me.
"How 'bout we not," I suggested.
"Alright," Zane said. He looked at the clock and noticed that it was 2pm. "When do you need to be home?"
"Uh, I don't know. I was supposed to work all day, but I guess things got a little screwed up," I said.
"Yeah. Well, we could always continue with my swimming lessons," Zane peered down on me.
"Will you behave yourself?"
"I might be a little naughty," he smirked. Wow he had a sexy smirk. And those eyes! Ooh, I was practically melting! But how could I help it? It's not like I had a boyfriend or anything. What was the harm in me flirting a little bit? Then again, we're all alone in his house, where he pretty much has all the power. Plus, if Socka ever heard about anything happening- and I mean ANYTHING- I'd get in SO much trouble.
"Actually, I think I should probably get home. Hang on, what time is it?"
"Two o'clock. Why?"
"Oh my god I'm gonna miss the announcement! Can I use your TV?"
"Uh, sure. Why?"
"I wanna see the announcement. See, my friends and I sent in cards to be put in a drawing. Whoever wins gets a date with Jet Rebel. I bet it's gonna be Tori. She's so lucky," I turned the TV on and sat down. It was still on the right channel from the concert we had watched earlier.
The show began with flashing special effects and dramatic music. A girl walked onto the stage with a microphone and greeted the audience. Then she announced that Jet himself would pick the winning card. Jet joined her and a large box was brought over. He reached in, dug around for a while, then pulled out a card.
"Kitty Waters," he read. I screamed and flew out of my chair. I was jumping around like a giddy school girl.
"I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON!! I can't believe this! I never win anything!! How awesome is this?" I bounced over to Zane, who remained sitting. "Why aren't you happy?"
"Oh, I'm ecstatic that you're going on a date with some famous guy that you don't even know. It's simply spectacular," he muttered.
"Why are you being like this?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I thought our kiss meant something. My mistake!" he stood up and walked toward the garage. "I'll take you home now." I followed him to his car, grabbing my poolbag on the way.
"Zane, don't be like this. I'm sorry. I thought it was just a kiss."
"So you're telling me that you didn't feel anything?" he turned to me.
"I-I-I don't know, I've never kissed a guy before!"
"Well I'm glad you got some practice in. Jet'll be thrilled," he continued to his car, got in, and started the engine. I joined him, not saying a word.
Zane drove me home in silence. He didn't even look at me. When he pulled up in front of my driveway, I practically ran out. I bolted into my house, shut the door, and slid down to the floor. What had I done? Why was he so mad? What did he even mean? Why did this have to happen to me?