Tyler's P.O.V
* same day *
What the fuck am I doing?
Shit.
Am I really doing what I think I'm doing?
Did I really just kiss her in public?
Fuck, I need to stop.
I prepared my body to pull back when I felt her lips move against mine.
She's kissing back.
I couldn't help but want her lips even more. I swear her lips were as addicting as sugar or drugs.
We, kissing in public is really bad for both of us. Not just me.
She is older than me so obviously to the public, it'd reflect as the idea of me being her boy toy.
Even if she's just one year older.
Her friends will ridicule her.
She's not only older but she's also bigger than me.
What must my friends be thi-
All of a sudden I felt her lips withdraw from mine and a painful impact erupt on my cheek.
Did she just slap me?
"How dare you kiss me?" She screamed before speedily walking away from me, leaving me standing dumbfounded and humiliated.
I noticed the people around me snickering and a variation of facial expressions directed at me.
Mostly were amused, shocked, gossip ready, surprised and confused.
I don't even want to see my friends' reaction.
She's clever, I'll give her that.
She slapped me and purposely screamed 'How dare you kiss me?' loudly enough for everyone to hear so that it'd seem like I randomly kissed her, wiping away the image of me being her boy toy but instead replacing it with one of me having a one-sided crush on her.
I turned around and went back to where my friends are standing, ready for whatever they're finna throw at me.
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Look back Wendy, look back.
I've been staring at her back for the past hour in class, hoping she'd look back.
She hasn't even glanced back. When she took her books out, she didn't turn around. She pulled her bag from behind her with her right hand and took them out, facing forward.
She is by all means avoiding me. When I passed her desk on my way to my own, she looked down and started scribbling something, just to avoid eye contact with me.
"Is there anybody not studying or is done?" The invigilator asked the silent class.
I saw Wendy's hand fly up along with a couple others.
The invigilator saw Wendy's hand first so he picked her.
Wendy went up to the tall teacher and nodded a couple times while he instructed her on what to do. I saw her mouth, "Yes sir."
He hands her some papers and she goes out.
This is an opportunity. I realise. During this time the school is almost empty outside as every student is inside, studying.
I need to get out this class. But the examination class rules are strict and prohibit us from going out even if it's to the bathroom, unless sent by a teacher.
Man, I will have to say it's really urgent that I go to the bathroom. Hopefully, it works.
I raised my hand and the invigilator hurried to me, thinking I want to ask something about the exams when I actually wanted to bend the rules.
"Sir, I need to go to the bathroom. It's really, really urgent. I didn't go in the morning because my bus arrived late and I didn't want to be late for class. Please sir, it feels like my bladder is on the verge of exploding. I beg you." I blatantly lied.
"Are you sure?" He nervously asked, remembering the rules.
"Yes sir, please." I comforted my crotch, for that extra effect.
"2 minutes, hurry." He whispered.
"Thank you sir." I said, hurrying out the class.
Not because I have 2 minutes, but to catch up to Wendy.
I frantically ran looking for her.
I spotted her walking very slowly downstairs, dangling only the permission slip in her hand. The papers the invigilator handed her are gone so she must be coming back from where she was sent.
I sprinted down the stairs and made my way to her. She didn't notice me behind her yet.
I got close enough to grip her wrist but hesitated.
What if she slaps me again?
What if she-
"Tyler?" Her angelic voice snapped me out of my second thought.
Too late now.
"Wendy." I whispered before gripping her waist and pulling her soft, plumpy body against mine.
I leaned my face dangerously close to hers before whispering on her lips, "Tell me not to do this."
She looked like she was in a trance when she asked, "Do what?"
But I had a feeling she already knew what I was talking about.
"Kiss you. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me not to kiss you right now. Tell me to let go of you and I will." I dared.
She was silent for a couple of moments before her eyes met mine. What I saw when I looked into those eyes shocked me.
Tears formed on her eyes whilst a trillion of emotions swirled in them.
Brokeness, hurt, sadness, depression, misery, rejection, weakness, torture, you name it.
What in the world-
Did I really hurt her this much?
"Wendy, I didn't-" I started but the emotions quickly and completely vanished making me doubt if they were even there for a second. It was now replaced by blankness.
It was like she beared her soul to me for a minute before flicking herself off.
Only a stray tear remained. She clenched her jaw before taking a deep breath. "Don't kiss me."
"What?" I asked. I had even forgotten what I had said before she unveiled her emotions.
"Don't kiss me." She repeated. "And also let go of me."
I stared at her baffled. A minute ago she broadcasted her soul out to me and now she wanted me to let go off her?
I hesistately did what she asked, never peeling my eyes away from her black ones.
"I mean nothing to you remember? And I don't understand why you would want to kiss my lips considering they're attached to these fat cheeks." She shrugged. "Besides a fat girl like me could never be liked by a guy like you so why are you kissing me? I struggle to understand. I'm not a sorta booty kissing call or whatever, okay? So whatever we had going on here, is over."
Her eyes lingered on me for a second longer before she walked away.
I didn't know how to feel.
My emotions were conflicted.
It felt like forever when what she just said finally processed in brain.
I'm so sorry Wendy.
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