Is It Still Me That Makes You Sweat?
Chapter 10.
I avoided Brendon's stare as I sat down.
In a minute I'd be by Brendon's desk, writing the paper with him.
As the English teacher did role call, I thought of what I should say to Brendon. I need the most possible way to not hurt his feelings.
We're going too fast. Will that work?
"Off to work." The teacher said like she does everyday.
Time's up.
I shakily walked towards his desk, looking straight ahead, like a zombie.
While I sat down, I closed my eyes, then opened them, and they were met with Brendon's.
"Why hello, Klaudia." Brendon said.
"Look, I'm sorry I ran out like that. I was surprised, that' s all." I apologized, hoping he'd forgive me.
"It's not your fault. It's mine. I shouldn't have kissed you." He replied.
I heard people around us whispering.
"It's both of our faults." I laughed.
"Yeah, So you do you forgive me?" Brendon asked.
"Yep. Do you forgive me?" I asked.
"Of course!" He responded and pulled me into an embrace.
I was surprised at first, then hugged him back.
I guess we talked pretty loud, since the room started crowding with cheers.
I gave everyone a what-the-fuck look, and they continued working.
-After school-
"Did you say that you wanted to be just friends or anything?" Chloé asked.
"Nope." I replied.
"Well you should, when he comes to your house. He needs to know where you and him stand." She ordered.
"Yeah yeah, whatever." I said rolling my eyes.
"I don't get it, what do you not like about him?" Chloé asked.
"I don't know him well enough." I replied simply.
"Well then, get to know him!" Chloé told me.
"It's not that easy" I mumbled, and walked to my car.
Brendon had arrived shortly after I did.
We came to my living room and started working. Every 10 minutes or so, I thought about what Chloé had said.
-Brendon's POV-
Should I ask her about the kiss?
I'll ask her, when I'm about to leave I guess.
Time passed by, we were close to finishing the writing project, Thankfully.
Then it was time for me to go.
"Klaudia, I need to talk to you." I told her.
"Me too." She replied.
"You first." I said.
"No, you." She insisted.
"Well..okay. It's about, erm--the kiss."
In a minute I'd be by Brendon's desk, writing the paper with him.
As the English teacher did role call, I thought of what I should say to Brendon. I need the most possible way to not hurt his feelings.
We're going too fast. Will that work?
"Off to work." The teacher said like she does everyday.
Time's up.
I shakily walked towards his desk, looking straight ahead, like a zombie.
While I sat down, I closed my eyes, then opened them, and they were met with Brendon's.
"Why hello, Klaudia." Brendon said.
"Look, I'm sorry I ran out like that. I was surprised, that' s all." I apologized, hoping he'd forgive me.
"It's not your fault. It's mine. I shouldn't have kissed you." He replied.
I heard people around us whispering.
"It's both of our faults." I laughed.
"Yeah, So you do you forgive me?" Brendon asked.
"Yep. Do you forgive me?" I asked.
"Of course!" He responded and pulled me into an embrace.
I was surprised at first, then hugged him back.
I guess we talked pretty loud, since the room started crowding with cheers.
I gave everyone a what-the-fuck look, and they continued working.
-After school-
"Did you say that you wanted to be just friends or anything?" Chloé asked.
"Nope." I replied.
"Well you should, when he comes to your house. He needs to know where you and him stand." She ordered.
"Yeah yeah, whatever." I said rolling my eyes.
"I don't get it, what do you not like about him?" Chloé asked.
"I don't know him well enough." I replied simply.
"Well then, get to know him!" Chloé told me.
"It's not that easy" I mumbled, and walked to my car.
Brendon had arrived shortly after I did.
We came to my living room and started working. Every 10 minutes or so, I thought about what Chloé had said.
-Brendon's POV-
Should I ask her about the kiss?
I'll ask her, when I'm about to leave I guess.
Time passed by, we were close to finishing the writing project, Thankfully.
Then it was time for me to go.
"Klaudia, I need to talk to you." I told her.
"Me too." She replied.
"You first." I said.
"No, you." She insisted.
"Well..okay. It's about, erm--the kiss."
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