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For a second he hesitated, then he leaned back slightly against the wall, his usual smirk on his face. “You started talking,” he said. “Talking? About what?” He shrugged his shoulders. “You said things that didn’t make much sense. For instance, you said I am your secret crush and you love me. You also vowed to do anything for me.” There was a mischievous smirk on his face as he spoke. It was then that I knew that Kane was just messing with me. “Don't joke around. Tell me the plain truth!” I growled, feeling frustrated.

Lol. Let: Na, I didn’t laugh :/ OK I did but only a little. You will have to up your jokes. I can teach you but before I do, can I have your number? Like it or not, you are hot, you just have to fake it till you believe it. Easier said than done but whatever. If you think I’m awesome, then I think you’re hot. What do you like doing? What grade are you in? Are you a new student? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.

“Selene? You’re here, i, I swear I heard something. Like… a groan. Are you okay? Constipation or something?” I’m leaning against the counter, legs shaking, trying to look normal. My face burns. I can still feel the wet heat between my thighs, the ghost of his tongue. “Y-yeah,” I stammer, voice too high. “Constipation. Bad. Really needed water. It… hit me sudden.” She frowns, steps closer. “You sure? You look flushed. And you’re breathing weird.” I force a laugh—choked, awkward. “Water. Just water. Helps sometimes.”

he inquires insinuating that I am the problem. “She kissed me” I answer him and he starts laughing out loud “Does that sound very funny?” I ask him with annoyance lacing my voice. “Of course it is,” he answers. “How will you just wake up one morning and just cook up the story that the Meelah that I know kissed you…..” he trails off. “Is this a joke or don thing?” He question. “I know you won’t believe me, but I am sure you know that I don’t have a crush on Meelah so there is no way I will just cook something of that magnitude up,” I reason with him.

“Geoff got drunk off his ass and then proclaimed to *everyone* that was still there that I *stole* you from him with my prowess in the bedroom.” “Seriously?” she laughed. “He wasn’t quite so elegant.” He smirked. “I believe that his words were something along the lines of I had an undying crush on you. I’ll give him that, I did. Hell, I still do.” “Good, I have a crush on you too.” “As a sympathetic friend, he talked you into having a threesome with me so that I could see what I was never going to have.” Unable to help herself, she started laughing again.

I stood up immediately. The movement startled her. The popcorn bowl almost slipped from her hands. “Christien…” “You ask too many questions.” Her expression changed instantly. Hurt flickered across her face before annoyance covered it. “I was just worried.” “You shouldn’t be.” “That’s a stupid answer.” I laughed once under my breath. Humorless. “And this,” I said, looking at her directly now, “is exactly why people disappoint you.” Ava frowned slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Me: I'm not changing the topic, Rod. RJ: Tss… I laughed at the three letters he sent. Me: Why are you mad at me? RJ: Because you didn't tell me that your crush is with you. What do you expect? Shall I celebrate? I leaned against the concrete wall. If anyone saw me now, they would mistake me for a madman because I'm smiling like an idiot. Is he jealous? Me: He’s not my crush. RJ: Liar! And he actually even accused me that? Gosh. I miss him so much.

I managed to ask. "I saw you at the club on the day of the party, I noticed you didn't want a dance with him. I'm in love with you Jasmine." I burst out laughing, in fact, I was angry with him. "You can attempt better jokes, I want to laugh out my intestines, go on." "I beg your pardon?" "You know, these fables are now very common and the good thing is, I have learned not to fall for them," I smiled at him to hurt him.

What the— “Why are you so far away when I want to see you? I'd love to go to a club and dance my heart out. You're the only friend who's cool to have fun with,” she complained. “I want to see you too. Next week seems so long.” Talking to Jasmine reminded me of last night's fun incident. “Guess who I met?” “Who?” she asked impatiently. “The guy you have a crush on,” I said, dropping a hint. “There is no guy I have a crush on, Camari. Can you stop using that word?” Jasmine protested.

“Let’s hope for the best! Besides, he’s totally your type, right?” I jokingly shoved her, groaning, and she just laughed at the whole thing. "Relax, I'm just trying to have some fun!" she joked, still laughing. I couldn't help but grin. “He’s actually pretty cute,” I admitted, smiling as I looked at her. Lila dramatically covered her mouth, wide-eyed in shock. “OMG, my little virgin has a crush!” she squealed, then broke into laughter. “Shut up!” I said, but I knew she wouldn’t drop it. That’s just Lila being Lila, and that’s what I loved about us.