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I have successfully managed to avoid her the whole day at school.

After yesterday, I simply couldn't face her.

The desire and hunger I had for her yesterday scares me. How could I want such an unattractive person so much?

I mean she's not even my type.

She's fat and older than me for goodness sake!

"Wat is fout met jou?" - [What is wrong with you?] Greg asks as we exit the school gates.

"Niks is fout met my." - [Nothing is wrong with me.] I spare a sideways glance at him.

"Jy lyk gespanne." - [You seem tense.] He observed.

"Dis niks, lose dit." - [It's nothing, drop it.]

He shrugged and talked about something else.

The whole time, my mind kept drifting back to this time yesterday after school.

Right now, she'd be pinned to the wall, my lips brushing over every inch of her neck.

Once we reached our now usual vacant spot, I yet again pinned her against the wall and went incredibly close to her face.

My breath fanned against her forehead as her breathing quickened.

"Why do you think I ignored you?" I whispered in her ear.

I saw her breathing stop for a second causing a satisfactory smirk to etch itself on my face.

"I-I don't know, you tell me." The sentence came out rushed.

My lip twitched a little into a small smile as I thought about yesterday's events.

All of a sudden, someone bumped into me. Or I probably bumped into them.

I looked up and saw I bumped into the fat girl's dread-locked friend.

"Sorry." I apologised.

"It's fine." She said before turning but froze and whipped back around.

"Tyler, right? Where is Wendy today?" She asked.

"Who in the hell is Wendy?" I asked confused.

"My friend. The one you've been talking 'privately' with every after school the last couple of days." She air quoted 'privately'.

Oh.

Her name is Wendy.

"You've been talking to her all this time but you don't even know her name? Wow." She rhetorically asked incredulously.

I didn't know how to respond to that so I didn't.

But I did notice however, that she kept saying that Wendy and I were 'talking' so that means Wendy possibly didn't tell her about yesterday. Or the other days.

"Wie en wat praat sy van?" - [Who and what is she talking about?] Greg asked me.

I just shrugged.

"You know who I'm talking about, don't act like you don't." She said before turning around and walking away.

"Ek weet nie van wie sy praat oor." - [I don't know who she's talking about.] I told Greg.

He just shrugged and continued our previous conversation.

A thought suddenly occured to me.

Wendy's friend knows my name.

So Wendy knows my name.

So Wendy must have told her friend my name.

If she did, how did I occur in their conversation if she didn't tell them about our kiss?

Maybe when she lied to her about why we were meeting up after school.

Maybe.

Another thought occured to me.

Why is Wendy not walking with her friend today?

She was at school today and her friend doesn't even know where she is, hence she asked me.

Strange.

"So hoe was die eksamen vir jou?" - [So how was the exam for you?] Greg asked as we stopped 'cause we were about to cross the road, awaiting the incoming bus to pass.

The bus was about to pass when I made eye contact with a girl in the bus with black eyes and black short hair tied into a pony.

Wendy.

She takes the bus?

That's probably why she wasn't walking with her friend.

But surely her friend must know, so why would she ask me where she was?

Maybe she was rhetorical and meant why I wasn't 'talking privately' to her today after school.

The bus was pretty slow so I could see every emotion that passed through her eyes as her eyes entranced mine in a stare.

Before the bus even fully passed, she looked away.

I felt a strange emotion pass through me.

Guilt.

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* The next day *

There she is.

The girl who gave me a sleepless night last night.

Radiantly, she walked by with her dread-locked friend, laughing as if she didn't have a care in the world. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she didn't.

She didn't notice me. Or maybe she did. But from her angle, I find it very hard to miss me because I was in her direct eye sight. She must have chose not to potrait her head in my direction because she had seen me in the distance.

Maybe her booming laugh wasn't even real. Maybe it was meant as a message for me to know she doesn't need me nor is she hurt about me ignoring her yesterday.

Maybe I'm scaling my importance in her life too highly and she really was genuinely laughing at what her friend said.

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"Gee jou papier asemblief!" - [Please give your paper!] The invigilator snapped.

She probably asked me a couple times to give it in but I was lost in my thoughts.

She grabbed it from my hand and I mentally rolled my eyes.

Once she was done taking in everyone's papers, as if on cue, the final bell rang.

Wendy stood up whilst packing her books in her bag.

Should I talk to her?

What would I even say?

She slinged her bag over her shoulder then turned around to look at her friend.

Her friend went to her and they slowly walked together towards the exit.

I hurried my pace to be closer to them.

Should I really talk to her today? I mean I don't really ha-

Before my brain even knew what I was doing, I reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"What the-" She tried fighting my grip off her before she even saw who I was but I maintained it.

She looked up and her battle against my wrist abruptly stopped for 3 seconds before it was on again.

"What do you want?" She asked through gritted teeth.

Her friend stood beside her and folded her arms with an attitude.

Did Wendy tell her?

I eyed her for a second before focusing my attention back on Wendy. "Can we talk?"

"What are we doing now? Miming?" She fired.

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?" She retracted her hand from mine in a flash before crossing her arms.

"You do."

"Define this 'talk' of yours. Do you mean the 'talking' we've been doin-"

"Please Wendy." I cut her off before she could reveal any more.

She recoiled in shock as her eyes widen. "How do you know my name?"

I glanced at her friend whose eyes had also widened.

She subtly shook her head, eyes begging me not to reveal her as my source of information regarding Wendy's name.

"It doesn't matter. Can we please just talk...privately?" I glanced at her friend again.

She got the message and hugged Wendy goodbye before leaving.

"So? What do you want to talk about?"

She was clearly angry at me.

"Let's go talk somewhere more private." I referred to the people around us.

She scoffed. "Where? That spot you take me to, to kis-"

"Wendy!" I whispered shouted to stop her from saying more.

She rolled her eyes but said nothing more.

"Let's go." I gestured the way.

We walked in a tension filled silence.

Once we arrived at our vacant spot, I didn't know what to say to her.

"So? Talk." She impatiently urged.

Her lips were chapped and screaming for mine.

I mentally shook my head to focus.

"Look, I'm sorry for leading you on these last couple of days but there absolutely cannot be anything between us." I bluntantly said.

"Who said I wanted there to be anything between us?" She raised a single eyebrow, her eyes void of emotions.

I blinked. "Then why are you angry?"

She pursed her lips in fake thought. My eyes automatically darted to them.

If I could feel those soft, twinkling lips one more time...

She spoke a whole paragraph that I didn't hear a single word of.

"Hello?" She waved her hand in front of my face.

"Huh?"

"Did you even hear what I just said?" She crossed her arms.

"Kiss me."

"Uh, I didn't ask you to kiss m-"

"No, I want you to kiss me." My eyes were trained on her lips.

A moment's silence.


Realisation dawned on me on what I just said.

Did I really just say that after I specifically told her there could be nothing between us despite the kisses?

Do I really want to be rejected like this?

"Gladly." She whispered before crashing her lips against mine.

My eyes widened to the size of saucers before I shut them in joy.

I kissed her back with more passion, ultimately causing her to back up whilst in the kiss before her back hit against the wall.

I bit her lip causing a low moan to escape.

I gripped her waist through her oversized school jacket and deepend the kiss.

She granted me access into her mouth and threw her arms over my shoulders.

My hunger for her grew and I moved my lips down her neck.

The collar of the school shirt she was wearing underneath was raised up and I put it down before I discovered why it was raised.

A hickey.

No, hickeys.

She had 3 hickeys the side of her neck.

Man, I'm a beast.

I lightly brushed my fingers over them and she opened her eyes.

"Oh yeah, uhm...you gave me hickeys." She looked everywhere but me.

I chuckled. "I can see that."

She looked cute, embarrassed.

There was an awkward silence before I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry? I guess. I almost gave you another one right now..." I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck.

She blushed and nodded before another awkward silence occured.

I realised we just had a moment we never had before.

It was also a weird but good thing how before this she was mad at me and now she's all cute, blushing.

Cute?

Did I just call the fat girl cute?

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