Oneshot 1

“So I asked Krystal out.” He said casually, not looking up from the workbook he was doing maths equations in.

“And I care why?” I replied, trying not to convey to him my complete disinterest in the topic (my ass). Ok, so here’s the plan: have a normal conversation with him. Do not let him on at all about the fact that I now felt hatred towards Krystal for reasons other than that she was a pathetic airhead. Ever since I’d seen them together the days before, I’d wanted to rip her hair out or something similarly violent. But he couldn’t know that.

Nor could he know that I was secretly glad my mom had forced me to tutor him. Can one get any lower than tutoring someone just to spend more time with them? Especially when one cannot act normal around said someone.

No, he could not know that. So therefore, the plan was a normal conversation. Yes, good plan, right? I thought so.

“Girl, you care about everything I do!” Gawhd. Egotistical much.

Even though it is true.

Oh, shut up, annoying voice. Who asked you? And that was rhetorical; please don’t answer.

“Is that so?” I asked, tucking in a loose strand of gold-brown hair behind my ear.

“Yup.” He glanced up at me as he said it. I saw him smile slightly as his hazel eyes met mine. I averted my eyes to the text book that lay open on the living room floor before me. It was hard enough to keep my composure around him; I didn’t need to see his gorgeous eyes looking at me from under his mess of blonde hair.

“And why exactly is that?” I asked, and was to hear my sarcastic tone still in tact. Give me an Oscar, people.

“Duh! Because you’re secretly, yet desperately in love with me!” I could just hear the playful grin in his voice. It made me sigh exasperatedly.

If only you knew.

I thought I told you to shut up, stupid voice in my head. I’ve already admitted to you that I like him. You don’t need to rub it in.

“Really?” I replied, unable to look him in the eye. I knew he wasn’t serious, but it still made me feel uncomfortable.

“Uh-huh” he said matter-of-factly.

I chanced a look at him, only to see him gazing right back. He was sitting up straight now, so to meet his eyes, I had to look up this time. As soon as our eyes met, though, I knew that I shouldn’t have looked away from my interesting (note the sarcasm) geography book. It felt like someone had suddenly poured icy water down my spine and my face felt suddenly warm at the same time. Urgh. It wasn’t meant to feel like this around him.

Him of all people. My next-door neighbour/advisory is not meant have this effect on me.

OK, so, you remember my plan? Problem. It’s impossible to have a regular conversation with him. So, what I said next, I did not plan. I don’t know why I said it. It kind of slipped out, I swear. I didn’t want to say it, because saying it means a new plan that makes sense of the words. I didn’t need a new plan. I could have said ‘Whatever’ and gone back to homework. But, no, I didn’t. Instead, I said, “Well in that case...” and followed through with my new (and completely innocent, mind you) plan to lean slowly towards him over the books that separated us on the floor.

I wasn’t planning on actually doing anything. I promise. I just moved my face closer as if to kiss him. I wasn’t actually going to. But he just had to go and ruin the plan. See, he was supposed to pull away. Like a normal person. As my face got within millimetres of his, I paused, waiting for him to back away. The last thing I expected was for him to close the small gap between us and lock his lips onto mine.

Woops.

You know, for once stupid voice in my head, I agree with you.

Oh, wow, he’s kissing you

You do realise that you are me, don’t you? I mean, he’s kissing both of us.

And the boy can kiss.

Mmhmm to that.

That was all I really thought until seconds later as I felt his lips leaving mine, his hand falling from my cheek (no idea when it got there in the first place, but...).

Then, without a word and as if nothing had happened, he was back to math, me to my geography. It was silent. I couldn’t figure out whether it was more awkward, tense or just uncomfortable in general. It lasted for what felt like a like forever.

Then, just when I could barely bare it anymore, when I was just about to burst out with something I would seriously regret later (i.e. ‘I love you’) –

“So I think I’m gonna cancel my date with Krystal.”

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A/N: Did you like? It's become a thing with me where I write short stories when I can't think of anything to write on my main project, so this is going to be the story I post them on now - or all of my teen-romance ones. My fantasy oneshots are saved individually.

But, anyhow, I hope you liked it. Let me know what you thought. (Which means, of course, REVIEW!)