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Chapter six:

I'm pretty mortified. Weston is standing behind me with a small smile on his face, and everyone around me has a big goofy grin on their faces. I have the urge to punch every single one of them.
"I...I was joking." I stammer.
A strange look crossed Weston's face. "Were you?"
Dana, damn, deep breaths.
"Yes." I can feel the red draining from my face. "We were just joking around."
He just nods at me, and gives me another smile. "Glad to know you talk about me, Dana."

Ouch.

I slightly wince at his sarcasm. I didn't mean to do that to him...I just..
Angel taps me on the shoulder as soon as Weston is out of sight. "What the hell was that?"
"What?" I said, irritated.
"You totally flaked on him!" scolded Kailin. "You lied!"
"So? I lie all the time." I shrug.

Anna just shakes her head at me and gets up to throw her trash away. Jade stares at me, her eyes angry but a smile on her face.

All the staring is making me uncomfortable.

"God, what do you guys want!?" I snap.

Angel snaps her fingers. "Look at that. Cool demenor just reduced to a puddle over nothing."

"I'm just fine. Drop it okay?"

Kailin shakes her head. "No! Dana, you totally panicked."

I ball up my fists under the table in fustration. "They're my feelings. I'd like to keep them that way."

They just sat there for a second, totally silent. Then they got the message and left me alone about it, but I kept seeing the hurt look on his face when I told him the lie.
For a second, I thought that he might know I was lying to begin with. My heart actually starts to skip a beat when I think that, but I dismiss it.
Theres no way he could've known.
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The next couple months of the school are total hell. More than usual.

The entire school is flocked with end of the year shit. Banners are posted up about a farewell to the eighth graders, and there are weepy paragraphs posted on the walls about how much they'll miss us.
I'll tell ya this, I won't miss shit.
A bunch of sixth graders rush past me and knock my arm to the side. It bumps into someone's side, and I turn around in a flash, ready to either apologize or punch someone.
"Aren't you going to say your sorry?" Weston smiles at me.
"Rah-" I squeak. My heart starts to beat fast, and my palms get cold. Damn.
"I'm sorry." I manage to stutter.

He smiles at me and hooks his arm around my shoulder. "Are you going to the freshmen orientation tonight?"
I shrug. "I haven't decided yet."
"You should totally go. I'll be there."

I have to laugh. "Oh, theres my incentive!"

He makes a face. "You know you love me."
"Your a dork."

We talk for a little while longer, mostly about the upcoming play and how the freshmen orientation is going to go. He makes me feel...different.

Have you ever felt that special connection with someone? When your talking to them, you know their feelings and they know yours. He makes me stomach feel all mushy, like butterflies. And my heart literally skips beats.
I find it hard to control my mouth when I talked with him. I babbled endlessly, about really stupid stuff. For some reason, I don't think he cared. He gave me the same small smile everytime I said something.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" I asked him.

"No, I think you just about covered it all." he grinned.

I smacked his arm. "Well you weren't saying anything so I just kinda went on."

"There wasn't much for me to say," he smiled.

"Well you should've said something at least," I pouted. "So I knew how you were feeling."

He stays silent for a minute, and I can hear my damn heartbeat in my chest. I'm afraid that I said something wrong.

"I think this will take care of it." he says softly.

Then he kisses me.
Really gently.

His lips are soft and nice, and his arms are locked tightly around me. I find myself kissing him back, wrapping my arms around him.
We just stand there, kissing in the shadows.

It feels absolutly glorious.