It has been a whole week and I haven't talked to him since then. It wouldn't exactly be a lie if I would say, I missed him, just a teensy-weensy bit. The past whole week, I saw him staring at me. On many occasions, he opened his mouth to say something, but I dramatically walked away not letting him talk.

I had all the rights to be mad at him.

Afterall, he thought I was helping him with erection.

Me.

Who has never ever seen a porn movie.

Let alone a close to intimate scene!

"Oh comeon, babe! Don't tell me you haven't tried skinny dipping yet." Ethan said, as we walked towards the canteen where Stella was already waiting for us.

"No, Ethan, I have not." I tried saying for the tenth time now.

"Are you like really sure? Not even while—"

"Ethan, for the last time, I haven't tried skinny dipping. No need to get curious about my misery." I opened the canteen door and found Stella sitting at our usual table.

When I first introduced Ethan to Stella, they both clicked it off immediately. Ethan had a very loving and outgoing personality. He always knew the right thing to say at the right time and you could just say, we have got ourselves a new best friend.

"You guys are five minutes late!" She accused us with her plastic fork, as soon as we sat on the chairs.

"It's not the end of the world Stells, chill." Ethan spoke, taking a huge bite of his chicken burger.

"Oh, you just—"

"Guys, guys, guys, not again, please!" She glared at me as he just gave me a cheeky smile.

As we were eating while talking casually, I saw a girl in really short shorts, coming our way. It was a usual occurence for us. Since, Ethan has started sitting with us, all the girls have suddenly turned against us, giving us death glares every now and then.

Many times, they would come at our table, give him their number and flash their parts, which Ethan would subtly ignore and throw their numbers in the dustbin right in front of them. But this never stopped them from coming and trying their luck.

"I hate desparate bitches!" Stella said, stabbing her salad, angrily.

"It's not like they are hitting on you or something." Ethan replied.

"Still! How low can they get?!"

"Not gonna oppose that."

I was munching my food, while listening to their bickering when I felt someone staring at me. I can feel their eyes burning a hole in my back. I turned my head and found him staring at me, painfully. I quickly turned my head and continued munching my food like nothing has happened.

I was sure that if I would look at him even a second longer, I would give in to those blue eyes and forgive him instantly. But my act of nonchalantly continue munching didn't go unnoticed as Ethan gave me a skeptical look.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but hasn't Knight been giving you those long ass stares past whole week?" He asked, looking at Dante's table, where he was sitting with bunch of his best buddies and as the students like to call them, The Three.

First there was Klaus Michaels. He had that whole package of six pack abs, warm brown eyes, light brown hairs and a piercing on his left ear. He was the more calm one and as they say, calm oceans are the deepest.

Then, there was Blaze Tyson. Girls swoon over him for his grey eyes, black hairs and childish nature. He was the childish amongst them all.

And then there was Dante Knight.

Do I need to say any more?

"Yes, even I saw it. What's his problem?" Stella asked twirling her hair, taking a glace at them.

"He is just an ass. That's the problem." I spoke, angrily.

"I think he has feelings for you." Ethan spoke and Stella nodded her head in agreement as I literally choked on my own saliva.

"You guys are crazy." I said, giving them my best 'unbelievable' look. "Anyways, I am done. I'll see you both in English. Bye."

They waved their hands at me and gave me a thumbs up.

I threw the tray in the bin was walking by the corridor when I heard footsteps following me. Before I could even think or process something, I was pulled into the classroom and slammed against the door.

This is not how I want to die!

"What the—" I was stopped by a huge palm on my mouth and I could feel their hot breath on my face due to the close proximity and I very well knew that touch.

"I am sorry."

I knew that voice, very clearly.

"Let me go!"

"Not until you forgive me."

"That would be forever." We both looked into each other's eyes to what seemed like forever, when he finally decided to break the silence.

"Look, I don't know what came into me that day, I was just an idiot a—"

"You still are!" I retorted and grunted in response.

"—and the guilt has been killing me since then—"

"Yeah, right."

"—I am not asking for anything more, just your forgiveness—"

"Yes, like I was going to give you anything."

"Jesus, woman! Will you please let me finish? It's already so tough for me, don't make it any harder!"

"Oops, I forgot that Mr. I don't apologise to anyone has never said sorry before."

"What the fuck is your problem?!" He said, angrily and stepped closer, pressing me more against his body and making the butterflies in my tummy go wild.

"Nothing." I said, calmly, trying to control my racing heart.

"Why won't you just forgive me? Why is it so hard for you to accept my apology?" He whispered, stepping more closer. Our noses were almost touching as I could feel his minty breath on my lips.

"Why do you so badly want me to forgive you? Afterall, we are not even friends. It's not like you care for me or something." I whispered back, a little bitterly might I add.

"You are right, we are not friends." He said, making my heart shattered into million pieces because deep inside, I was hoping for him to care for me.

And then he continued, "Because friends don't do this."

"Do what?" I asked, knitting my eyebrows in confusion.

"This."

And then ladies and gentlemen, my heart went oo la la, as he kissed me straight on the lips.

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