Author's Note: They just need to make out already...
Star Error VIII
Star could barely contain her giggles the rest of the day. Every time she heard a student in the hall whispering Fenton's name, she had to fight back a snort. Her rumor about his practice kissing technique must have reached the entire student body by now.
After the last class of the day, Star said bye to the rest of the A-List and headed toward the tutoring room.
And then a familiar voice called out to her.
"Star!"
Star turned and pressed her lips to fight back another giggle. Fenton was power walking down the hall through a throng of students who all stopped and stared at him. And he looked pissed.
"How's it going?" she asked cheerfully as he approached.
Fenton scowled at her. "We need to talk."
"Oh, my. Whatever about, Fenton?" Star batted her eyes. "I just couldn't possibly imagine."
Fenton's scowl deepened. "Just—come on."
Fenton turned on his heel in a huff and started walking away. Star practically skipped after him, following him down another hall and then another where there were no students at all. He finally stopped and turned back to her. Star held her backpack straps and tilted her head, smiling brightly.
"What's on your mind, buddy?" asked Star.
"Well." Fenton lifted his hands in a shrug. "There's this rumor going around the school that I practice making out with dolls."
"And, and." Star grinned, holding up a finger. "Pillows."
Fenton smirked, chuckling mirthlessly. "Yeah, I don't do that."
"Then why do you have all those dolls and pillows in your room with pictures of girls at this school taped onto them, hmm?" asked Star, sticking out her bottom lip.
"I don't," said Fenton, his smirk dropping. "Why would you tell people I do?"
"Well." Star twirled a strand of her hair. "I was sitting with the A-List at lunch and Paulina asked me if you were a good kisser. And I said we hadn't kissed yet because you wanted to practice a little more. And then they all wanted to know how you practice and I told them that you practice with dolls and pillows."
"That's how it went down, huh?" said Fenton.
Star smiled and bobbed her head in a nod.
"Okay," said Fenton. "Well, you need to tell everyone that you made it up and it's not true."
"I do?" asked Star. "Really?"
"Yeah. Really."
Fenton's eyes hardened into a glare. Star scrunched up her mouth and pretended to think.
"Hmm. Tell you what," said Star. "I'll tell them I made it up if you tell them your freckles really do glow."
Fenton stared at her a moment before chuckling sardonically. "Oh, I see. That's the game you wanna play here."
"Mmm hmm, it really is," said Star, her tone sweet. "So what's your next move gonna be?"
Fenton scoffed. "I could just spread a lie about you, too."
"Oh, yeah, you could," said Star. "But I know you won't."
"How do you figure?"
"Because you're too nice, Fenton."
Fenton held up a finger and opened his mouth, but no words came out. He slowly closed it and looked away in defeat.
"Sucks, doesn't it?" said Star with mock sympathy. "Nice guys really do finish last."
"You know, this is really low," said Fenton. "Even for you."
"Even for me?" Star gasped and pressed a hand to her chest. "That hurts, Fenton. That cuts deep."
Fenton sighed and shook his head. "Why are the prettiest girls always the meanest?"
"Aw, you think I'm pretty, Fenton?" Star puckered her lips.
Fenton narrowed his eyes at her. "You know you're pretty."
"Hmm." Star shrugged and swept her hair over her shoulder. "Yeah, I do."
"I just don't get it," said Fenton. "You're telling everyone that we haven't kissed yet because you're waiting on me to practice more? I mean, whatever happened to not wanting anyone to think we're dating at all?"
"They already think it," said Star. "I just decided to use it to my advantage instead of fighting it."
"Of course you did," muttered Fenton.
"But all of this can go away if you just help me prove to everyone that your freckles glow."
Star clasped her hands behind her back and smiled at him. Fenton folded his arms and stared her down.
"No," he said.
"Yes," said Star, her smile dropping. "Let me get you talking about planets or astronauts in front of the A-List so they can see for themselves that you're a freak and I'm not crazy."
"You know, it's not just talking about astronomy that makes them glow," said Fenton. "It just happens anytime I think about or see something that gets me really excited."
Star raised a brow. "Really?"
Fenton groaned. "Why am I telling you this? I shouldn't be telling you this."
Star checked the time on her phone. "Look, I need to get to tutoring, but if you change your mind, let me know." She looked up at Fenton again. "Oh, and if Paulina asks, just tell her you're definitely not using that picture of her from the marathon she ran last semester to practice kissing, okay? She apparently hates that picture."
"So you're really just going to do this to me?" asked Fenton. "Like, really? You're just going to lie about me like this?"
"Yeah." Star glanced up at the ceiling before nodding definitively. "Yeah, I think I am."
Fenton glared at her, then started marching away a few steps before stopping and turning back.
"And by the way," he said, his index finger pointed at her, "I am a great kisser."
Star scoffed and folded her arms. "Who told you that? Your mom?"
"No," said Fenton, sounding both defensive and haughty. "I've made out with like half the girls at this school, you know."
Star snorted. "Oh, my gosh. Are you talking about when you judged that beauty pageant?"
"So what if I am?"
"Those girls were just desperate to win, Fenton. I mean, even I gave you a back rub."
"You should've tried kissing me instead. You really missed out."
"Yeah, right. Those girls would tell you anything to get your vote. I don't for a second believe you know a thing about kissing."
"Well, now you'll never know for sure." Fenton gestured between the two of them. "Because anything that might've happened between us, it's now off the table."
"It was never on the table."
"Well, now it's even more not on the table."
"Fine by me, space boy."
They stared each other down, Fenton's face turning pink while Star felt heat traveling up her neck as she noticed that his lips actually did have a nice shape to them.
And for a moment, she wondered just what would it be like to kiss him?
She cleared her throat and shook her head. "Let me know if you change your mind about showing everyone your freckles glow."
"I'm not going to change my mind," said Fenton.
"Then I guess we'll just see what happens next, won't we?"
Fenton scowled before turning and actually walking away this time. Star smirked and started walking in the opposite direction toward the tutoring room.