*Claire’s Point of View*
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"What was that?" I asked her as we arrived at the rooftop.
She's not planning on something, isn't she?
"Well, I... uh... I just want them to know that... Uh... You know." She stammered, and she couldn't even complete her sentence.
I just raised an eyebrow at her. Damn, I didn't know that she's so damn possessive, and I find it cute.
"Nathan Jones is a douchebag, Red. And do you know that he three-timed Ericka, Stacy, and Martha? I know it because the girls are sharing it with me. And clearly, he's hitting on you. Oh, does he know that you're a DJ or something?" She ranted and asked.
I just nodded my head in response
"Ah, heh, he'll never get a chance. I'd kick his face and shove him to the canal and will literally put him in a garbage bag and feed him to the sharks. Doesn't he know that you're off-limits? Everybody knows that. Hah, he better not messes with me." She continued, and I am just laughing at her words.
Then she looked at me weirdly, and did she just pout her lips? Damn.
I cleared my throat and tried not to look at her face.
"You don't like him, don't you?" She asked, and here she goes again.
I looked at her in the eyes, and she looked hopeful. Why does she think that I like that bastard? Liking boys is not in my vocabulary.
"Well, for you to know... I got only one person in mind." I began, and she's curiously listening.
"Who is it?" She asked while crossing her arms on her chest. And I'm not looking at those, uh... you know.
"This person could be scary, clumsy, reckless, somewhat b*tchy, a monster when jealous, a bit of a stalker..." I paused and thought of another thing that describes her.
"Oh, yes, loves to annoy me ever since forever." I continued, and a smile crept on her face. I know she's getting the idea.
"Wait, I annoy you? Oh, yeah, right. Hehehe. You look so cute when you are." She let out and chuckled.
I didn't know that being in love makes you corny and cheesy. Yeah, whatever.
"Wait, there's more... She's… uh… Ummm... Perfectly imperfect." I continued, and she smiled warmly.
Then her aura changed to something.
"Will you just stop talking and kiss me?" She asked, and my mouth hung open.
"You're not in a hurry, aren't you?" I asked her jokingly while chuckling.
"I am. We got a class to attend, and basically, we're running out of time. Or we could just skip class. What do you think?" She replied and winked at me.
And I just stood there frozen, and I had no idea what to do. Should I kiss her? Maybe I should.
"How many minutes left?" I asked her instead.
We already kissed twice, almost thrice, but I still feel so nervous. Damn, this girl is just... Uh... But last night was so hot on another level.
"Seventeen." She answered as she looked at her watch.
Then I smirked and looked at her amusingly. Running out of time, huh?
"Okay," I let out and walked a meter away from her.
She stared at me in disbelief and gave me a 'what-are-you-doing?' look on her face. She's just so adorable.
I just looked at her while I tied my hair again in a messy bun and removed my glasses. Damn, I can't see her clearly. Put it back on.
"And? Are you just gonna stare at me?" She asked, a bit annoyed, and I love this.
She's right; when someone is annoyed, they look so cute. She made me suffer for a long time, and now it's my turn—payback time.
And I just shrugged my shoulders and crossed my arms on my chest. That made her comb her hair with her fingers out of frustration.
"You're impossible, Red. Fine, let's just go to our classroom now." She scoffed, and she's mad.
She's about to turn around when I held her arm, then locked my lips with hers.
And she seemed surprised, but she responded eventually.
Her hands roamed at my back as the kiss became more passionate.
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"We have three minutes left," I mumbled as I kept staring at her reflection in the mirror while she retouched her make-up. And she looked at me and stopped what she's doing.
"Ahem, if we are going to be late, remember that you will be the reason for that." She stated as she pointed her red lipstick at me.
"And... Why is that my fault?" I asked her, and she kept her lipstick inside her purse.
She turned to me and laughed sarcastically.
"Because you are so gorgeous." She answered and headed to the door.
I just shrugged and followed behind her. Was it my fault that I'm born like this?
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"Wassup, Sam? How did your little session go?" Becca asked her as she took her seat, and the other girls were also leaning their ears near them.
Our gaze locked as I'm about to take my seat beside Georgina Vandross, our class' candidate for valedictorian.
Sammy smirked and looked back at her friends.
"It's fine." She answered shortly, just like nothing happened back there. And the girls nodded their heads in sync.
Huh? Is it just fine for her? What?
We kissed for like ten minutes straight without breaking, and it's just fine? It should be awesome, great, amazing, wonderful, and any other that is more than just fine. What the heck? Is she mocking me?
I looked at her, and she just shrugged. She's not taunting me, isn't she?
And now, it made me wonder, maybe I am not a good kisser, or I am not doing it right. Sh*t, I should do more research on that.