The minute Taylor’s mouth hits mine, I swear my body blows into pieces.
I push her away so fast, it’s more reflex than desire.
I…
I push her away.
I push. Her. Away.
My lungs are robbed of breath. My ears are swishing. I think I’m going to throw up.
“Sorry!” she says quickly, wiping her mouth.
“What the fuck, Taylor?”
Is she trying to get me fired? Or worse, kill our friendship?
At the very least, she’s playing with my heart, which is fragile enough as it is.
I swear, if Dean told her what I shared with him last week, I’m going to kill him.
“It was just a trend.” She quickly says and crosses her arms. One of her rocks falls out of her bra. It clunks to the floor between our feet, and I stare at it because I can’t look at her yet.
If I do, I might give in to my wildest fantasies and kiss her.
Kiss her hard and good and make her wish she could fuse herself to me for life.
Kiss her like I think about doing every time we’re together and all the times we’re not.
But it’s her confession that has me frozen in place. “Atrend?”
“Yeah.” She laughs it off like she didn’t just squeeze the shit out of my heart that’s had her name written on it since I was five years old. “A trend. You know, the kiss your best friend trend.”
Her hands shake as she pulls out her cell and brings up a video.
I don’t even bother to look at it. I’m so hurt and confused and humiliated I can’t function right.
A trend.
A fuckingtrend.
I really hate social media. Hear me now and hear me good, I’ll never get sucked into that shit. Especially not for stupid things like trends.
“Oh.” That’s all that pops out of my mouth at this point.
What else can I say? She’s all flustered and embarrassed, and so am I. This is awkward, and I’m not willing to lose my best friend status with Taylor over a stupid trend that has my heart aching.
Besides, the video playing on repeat shows the guy doing the exact thing I just did. He’s pushing his bestie away, and they laugh it off.
So, I laugh too. “Come on,” I say, swallowing my dignity and tapping her shoulder. “Dean’s waiting for us.”
“I uh. I just need a… a minute.”
“Meet you downstairs.” Keeping my head down, I storm out of her room and freeze at the top of the staircase.
I should just do it. Go back in there and kiss the hell out of her. Tell her to screw the trend, because I want something real and she’s the only girl I’ve ever loved.
I take a step back.
