Seeing them like this in their own little bubble reminds me of what happened today; I kissed Juliette for the third time. I can't keep denying that I'm attracted to her, however, I want to find out why and how. My friends’ opinions have helped, but I think asking older, more experienced people would help.
“I have a hypothetical question,” I say, garnering their attention as their eyes instantly snap in my direction.
“What's up?” Olivia asks, quirking her eyebrows as Adam corroborates her question with his facial expression.
“Well, say someone you hate kissed you—”
“Wait, what? Did someone force themselves on you?” Adam bombards me with questions, concern and anger already etched onto his face and Olivia is the same.
“What, no!” I say quickly and loudly, easing the look on his face. “I literally just said it was a hypothetical question.”
He opens his mouth to speak again, but Olivia shushes him. “Let her finish.”
He shuts his mouth like a little kid, she doesn't even have to ask twice. I praise all the angels above for this woman, because she's managed to get my irritating brother to shut his mouth.
“Like I was saying…say someone you hate kisses you and you like it, is that normal?” I ask seriously and curiously.
“I don't know if normal is the right word, but it's pretty common,” Olivia says in a confused, but still somehow reassuring tone.
“But how can you like kissing someone that you hate?” I ask, baffled, not missing the smirks they are now both wearing on their faces.
The same look that my friends usually have. I swear it's like everyone in my life is in on some little secret besides me.
“You can't control it if your body likes something. You of all people should know that, Mrs Biology,” Adam says wiggling his eyebrows.
Before I can roll my eyes at his comment, Olivia speaks again. “Or maybe you don't hate this person anymore?”
Now I know that's not true. I could never stop hating Juliette Kingston, never. No matter how many times she kisses me or does something endearing, nothing will ever change the deep hatred I have for her that is embedded in my soul.
I shake my head. “No, I definitely still hate her—”
“I thought this was hypothetical?” Adam cuts me off, smirking smugly.
Neither Adam nor Olivia knows much about my love life—my non-existent one. When girls or boys come over and or stay over, the next day, Adam is sweet enough to make them breakfast, but he doesn't pry any further.
I'm not sure what he would say if he knew that I kissed Juliette Kingston. He knows I'm not her biggest fan, however, I've never told him how cruel she's been to me over the years, mostly because he was in prison and I didn't want him to worry. Besides, over the years, it morphed from cruelty to me actually fighting back, so what was the point in telling him?
If he knew how much of a bitch she was, he would for sure lecture me about kissing her or worse, he would probably go into school and try to sue her or something.
“Shut up,” I retort, groaning as he laughs. I then direct my eyes to Olivia. “What do you even see in this loser anyway?”
She shrugs, smiling. “He always helps me with my crossword puzzles.”
“Is that it?” He pouts like a little baby. I should be recording this right now and posting it so everyone can see how much of a baby he is.
She smiles, leaning into him. “You're also really good in bed—”
“Lalalala.” I plug my ears and stand up, ignoring their loud laughter. “I can't hear you!” I say in a sing-song voice. I can see their mouths moving, but I ignore it, because I know they're probably saying the raunchiest shit right now.
I don't stop plugging my ears, as I walk out of the dining room, ignoring their protests. In fact, I don't stop until I'm literally right outside of my bedroom and just about to go in.
What is wrong with these people? I would rather die a million times then hear about my brother’s sex life. Even the thought is disgusting. In my head, he's a priest that partakes in zero sexual activity.
I twist the door knob of my room and walk in not bothering to look up, until I hear a rather loud “Hey, baby cakes”.
I scream and clutch my chest in pure horror and I expect Adam and Olivia to be rushing up in concern, but instead I hear laughter from downstairs.
I snap out of my fear instantly and see Aryan laying on my bed with a smile. “Jesus, you scared me!” I say, breathing heavily while still clutching my chest.
