"One day Chelsea, one day I'm going to kill your boyfriend." I say as I make myself comfortable on the bed.
The drive home from school was an awkward one. Each time Jaxon tried to speak, I interrupted him.
It was either I switched the radio on, or I changed the subject.
After he finally got off, I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.
I knew I was just overreacting, but in my defense, I've never been kissed before. And this almost-kiss made my heart pound so hard I thought it'd literally come off.
I mean, why would he want to experiment with me?
It's not like he likes me.
Maybe, he's just helping me out because we're friends?
Yeah, that's probably it.
Yeah.
But why does that realisation make me feel a little sad?
'Because he's wants to kiss you out of friendship not love. He's doing it because he thinks it's the right thing to do as your friend.' My conscience whispers.
Oh.
Oh.
Yeah, right.
