Okay, that was low. But seriously, he was mean first. I'm sorry he's super sensitive and will probably go home and cry about this or whatever, but I am done with Jack unloading on me all the time.
"Get back in your car Kayla," said Jack, "Go home. I can walk."
"Good. See you at school," I said, marching angrily around the playground before turning to him again, "I'll pick you up at 8, asshole."
Even though I was mad at him I didn't want him to have to drive in with Ben, the big jerk had done enough to his face as it is.
"What are you doing here?" I knew without looking up that it was Ben. Shit, I should've gone home when I had the chance.
"I'm swingin', what does it look like?"
"It looks an awful lot like you're crying. Why are you crying on the old playground?"
"What, are you writing a book or something? What's it to you, you don't care!" I said, "and further more, what are you doing here? This is mine spot with Jack, and you know it."
"First of all, Princess, you don't own the damn playground. This was my spot with Jack long before it was "yours" and in case you haven't noticed, this is a notorious make out spot. Maybe I was here to make out."
"In the middle of the day! Without a car!" I yelled. No way was he here to meet some chick. He must've seen my car from the main road and come to piss of Jack and me.
"Maybe I was looking for Jack- did that ever occur to you? Maybe I want to try and make up with my brother, because he basically hates me right now, and my mother is pissed."
"So you're only apologizing because your mom wants you to? That's real genuine Ben."
"Yeah, I am only apologizing for her sake; I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You made out with me to piss off Jack!"
"I did not! I made out with you because I wanted to! Why doesn't anyone understand that me kissing you has nothing to do with my stupid little brother. I don't have this issue with any other girls, but you just can't seem to get it through your thick skull that I like you, Kayla!"
"I don't believe you," I said, staring at him, daring him to prove it. I didn't exactly know what he could say that would make me believe him, and even once I did believe him, I wasn't sure that that would influence me at all.
I didn't have much time to think about what was happening before his lips were on mine again, and damn he was a good kisser. I had kind of hoped it was the beer that made me think so the last time, but it was all him. Probably all the practice he gets.
I just let him kiss and kiss and kiss me, leaning against the swing set, him towering over me uncomfortably. It didn't matter though; kissing Ben was exactly like the movies- fireworks, sparks, the works. That is, until he was ripped away from me, causing me to actually fall over, because I had been leaning on him so much.