I lean towards the shell of her ear. “I bet you want to kiss me again,” I murmur softly.
I hear her gasp under her breath. “Not even in your dreams.”
“What about my nightmares?” I counter, leaning closer to her until I’m hovering over her lips. Like it’s instinct, her eyes close gently, as if she’s expecting me to envelop her lips with mine.
I want to. I’m not going to deny that I want to kiss her in this moment; drive my lips into hers and have my way with her right here and now, but sometimes in life, pride matters more than what you want.
“Too bad I don't kiss bitches,” I say abruptly, backing away from her.
Her eyes flicker open in response as if she’s just been awoken from a sleep and is completely disoriented and angry. “Let's just go back to hating each other.” She snaps angrily.
“I never stopped.” I snap back at her, unable to hide my amusement at her embarrassment.
“Good.”
“Fine.”
“Great.”
“Perfect.”
“Ugh!” she groans loudly before opening the door and walking out, slamming the door.
She is so insufferable. First, she kisses me then acts as if I'm the problem? Then she closes her eyes to kiss me again? This girl had some serious problems.
It's not like I can just avoid her forever. I did it this week, but eventually, I have to go back to tutoring her; we have a test soon and she needs to pass it, otherwise Mr Khalid will get suspicious and not send the letter off. I can't help her with that if I'm avoiding her.
It's different lately. Before, I could carry on with the game Juliette and I play, but lately, it's feeling like it's pushing me down and weighing on me. This is because once I get into Oxford, I won't ever need to be in the same vicinity as Richmond academy, so it's very unlikely I'll see her ever again.
Not seeing Juliette ever again sounds like heaven to me.
I sigh heavily and get ready to leave the bathroom, that is, until two bodies barrel their way inside, their lips intertwined. Clearly, they are looking for a place to have sex.
Usually, I wouldn't make it my business, but this time I'm going to have to, because the two people kissing are Kai and Victoria.
Should I act shocked?
Her hands are in his hair and his hands are around her waist and they're too busy kissing to see that I'm literally right here with first row seats to their little sex fest.
“Ahem.” I clear my throat loudly and instantly their bodies recoil from one another.
Or at least, Victoria recoils from him, practically pushing him away. Her face is red and her mouth agape, staring at me, while he looks completely bewildered.
These two are clearly tipsy—not tipsy enough to forget this happened, but drunk enough to chalk this entire moment up to inebriation.I have a feeling they won’t though, or I’m hoping they won’t.
“Adaline?” they question in unison, staring at me with stunned eyes.
“Next time you're looking for a place to fuck, try to actually look more and kiss less.” I shake my head with a smile.
Somehow, seeing the embarrassed look on their faces is making my pain subside. There's a twinkle in Victoria's eyes—one that is very rare—and clearly, Kai put it there. I have no doubt she will say this was a mistake tomorrow, but for now, I hope she revels in it.
Victoria blushes, but then her eyes dart down to my fist. “W—wait, why are you icing your fist?”
Before I can respond to her steely gaze, Kai speaks up first. “Does this have anything to do with that guy who left the party clutching his dick?”
I forgot how funny that was. I didn't realize anyone saw him. Clearly, Kai did. I wish I recorded him leaving in pain like that, or at least when Juliette kicked him, because it was absolutely hilarious.
“Juliette actually did that. I'm more responsible for the damage on his face.” I smirk smugly, not missing the fury on Victoria's face.
