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"I'm not interested in who or what she is!" I replied a little louder and then wanted to go to my room, but he held me back again.

"Is there anything you can do other than just flee all the time?" he asked me and I really felt like I had to run away, but I stood my ground with his statement.

"Is there anything else you can do besides lying and watching people get dissed?"

"Yes, I actually can! I can at least speak my mind to people's faces and I don't flee at every opportunity," he said, standing so close in front of me that his perfume smell took over me completely. It made me nervous and I had to try not to get distracted from the main topic.

"I can also say my opinion to people's faces," I mumbled and avoided his gaze, which he didn't let me do, because he took my chin gently and lifted my head so that our eyes met again.

"Then tell me what you think of me," he demanded and I was caught in his brown eyes. I wanted to say.”

You're a conceited idiot who can't even admit he has a girlfriend and that's why I just feel like shit, but instead of saying that, I just stayed silent and didn't say anything.

My body vibrated more and more violently the longer he held me in his gaze and when he took another step towards me and I could feel the wall against my back, I became more nervous than ever. "You see, you can't do it," he grinned and I immediately admired his beautiful dimples dreamily and when my gaze fell on his lips, I swallowed hard and immediately looked into his brown eyes again.

"You're driving me crazy," he then whispered, coming so close that our lips touched lightly, sending goosebumps down my arms. I felt his breath on my face and at the same time his hands on my waist and before I understood what was happening at all, he kissed me softly and then looked intensely into my eyes again. I threatened to freak out at his proximity, but tried not to let it show.

Apparently he wanted to wait to see how I would react to his approach and I didn't know why, but I carefully placed my hands on his chest, thinking that my heart was about to stop. It was beating so fast and loud that I felt a little dizzy.

He gave me a look that made my knees go weak, then placed his lips on mine again. Not soft this time, but wild and demanding. I was intoxicated from one second to the next and clung even tighter to his chest while he pressed me with his hands and I felt his tongue on mine.

I got so hot and my hands started shaking with excitement. Despite everything that stood between us, I enjoyed the feel of his lips against mine and played with his tongue, breathing quickly. It was so beautiful that I never wanted to stop, but suddenly he broke away from me, gave me a shocked look and then quickly ran down the hall to just leave the house without a word.

"Who's running now," I whispered softly, trying to catch my breath while putting my hand to my chest, which I could feel my heart racing under. The butterflies in my stomach didn't want to stop at all and so I leaned against the wall for a while and thought about what had just happened here.

Even though he just walked away, I couldn't help but just smile to myself. No matter what happened, this memory would stay with me forever and deep in thought, I stroked my fingertips over my lips, which trembled with longing for him.

Sweet and salty at the same time. The taste of his kiss seared itself into my memory, bringing a warm feeling to my abdomen.

I ran to my room and tumbled into bed happy and content. Could there be a more beautiful feeling than this naive infatuation? I hardly believed. It was indescribable and easily blocked out all the bad things.

But then, as the kiss seemed to fade, it all came back to me involuntarily.

The girl by his side, the moment with Cody and his weird friends. Who was he anyway?

Was he that sensitive guy who shared secrets with me on the playground and gave me the kiss of the century, or was he the guy who lied to me about his girlfriend and cultivated bad friendships who made fun of others?

I didn't know and that's exactly what confused me. Couldn't he just come back and stick his tongue down my throat? Hardly likely. He must have been with Micah at the party...

At my best friend's party, which I happened to be invited to.

Smiling and determined to impress him, I ran to my closet and pulled out the skimpiest black top I owned, which didn't look cheap at all. It was a little cropped, but had only a small neckline.

I hastily changed my clothes and put on a thin, white cardigan and then, full of anticipation, made my way to Micah's.

Only halfway there did I have irrepressible doubts. At least he's gone. He probably wanted his peace, didn't he? I chewed my lower lip nervously and then admitted to myself that it was me who wanted him around like an addict, so I kept walking and ended up at Micah's, where heaps of people were already downing alcohol.

"Oh Captain, my Captain," I suddenly heard someone as I entered the hallway and looked at Cody, who was bowing to me with his yellow Spiderman t-shirt.

"That's from a movie, isn't it?" I smiled at him and was greeted by him with a warm hug.

"Mia, you break my heart," he grinned and pulled out his phone. "I'll make a list of all the movies we need to watch together."

"I'm looking forward to it," I replied sarcastically, then looked over into the living room, where I immediately saw Kiyan, Chloe, and Zayn sitting together.

Asshole!