Phony Bologna 3
Wesley tried really hard to get used to Kylie.
She was a ray of sunshine with stubbornness and a sarcastic mouth. Everybody adored her, even more so Jayden and Emily. So he tried to be happy. But that unsettling feeling was really bothering him more with each passing day.
She seemed to be really attracted to him, though.
The girl hung around him a lot and was always trying to help him when they battled. He just smiled at her and accepted it in fake eagerness. Nobody seemed to notice his discomfort. Maybe it was for the best. After all, he had sweet little Emily's word.
But he was seriously putting himself to the test on that Saterday's night.
They were all really tired after a long day of training and Nilock. He was ready to go to bed after he got done with his long, hot shower. But he was stopped before he got there. Kylie smiled at him as she stood in front of him.
"You seem tired," she commented, "why don't you let me massage those muscles?"
"Nah," he tried to slid past her.
"Come on," she begged, "please?"
"Why?"
"Because…" she smiled in a deep blush, "I like you and I want to see you smile."
He forced a smile.
"No," she shook her head, "a real one."
"I am fine," he tried not to growl.
"Then at least let me do something," she took his hand.
"What?" he sighed.
Suddenly, she pinned against the wall. He startled to struggle, but she pressed against his lips with her own. She thought he'd smile when she pulled away. But he just stared at her for a while.
"I'm sorry," she felt horrible for making him mad.
But he wasn't.
Instead, he kissed her himself.