"Seriously? We were just... Literally it was 8th grade. Thought you got over it..." Those words that spilled out of my mouth immediately burned me. It sounded harsh...
"I know. I'm an idiot... I can't find anyone to love the way I did to you." He replied, he looked at me again, I averted my gaze away, my heart was beating so fast, almost I could feel it underneath the floor. This boy...
"What is it in me that you're so obsessed with?" I asked, my voice hoarse, I literally have no idea why he's so... Goodness, did I somehow planted a potion on him? I'm always been so insecure about myself, almost everything. Then he goes on saying stuff like he's so obsessed with me. It annoys me, but at the same time... I just can't understand this guy.
"Obsessed? I... I'm not..." He looked away, his blushing. Why is he blushing!? What did I even do...
I suck at everything...
School...
Socializing...
Trends...
I'm dense as a rock.
I grabbed both his cheeks with my hand, looking at him with a stern expression.
Shit... He looks like a tomato now. I let out a chuckle... Then it turns into a laugh, he laughed with me too...
Then...
His hand found my fingers that's pressing against both side of his cheeks.
He leaned close...
He bit my lip.
