Just Listen

Kari is with Angel and left me with this girl that 'had to talk some sense into someone'.

What is this girl on about. . ?

"Do you think you can just leave your friend with us? What the hell is wrong with you?", she flicked my forehead and said, "I actually hate it when boys use their sweet innocent friend to get girls", she sighed.

"Excuse me? I had to run to the bathroom, I came back and Bam! He's with you girls! So don't bl--", she didn't let me finish speak.

"Save the excuses. . .", She glared at me, "come on, let's have lunch. . . You're lucky you're cute or else I wouldn't forgive you", she grabbed my hand and smiled, "For Carl's sake".

"Carl?", I tilted my head in confusion, "who's Carl?"

"Your friend?"

"Carl?"

"yeah"

"That's not his name"

"what is it then?"

"Kari"

"Oh. . M-my bad. . "

She blushed and looked down," I always get people's names wrong", she said. "it's okay", I giggled, "Not everyone is perfect, everyone has their flaws", I said.

"A-anyway. . . What's y-your name?", she asked.

"my name?"

"Y-yeah"

"oh right, my name is Jake"

"Jake? Like the captain of the basketball team?"

"Yes, that's me", I scratched the back of my head.

"nice to meet you"

"likewise but. . . What's your name?", I asked.

"Chantel Bekker", she blushed and looked to the side as she played with her hair.

. . . I didn't ask for a surname. .

But. .

She's really cute. .

My type. . .?

Hell yeah. .

I don't know about Kari but this girl. .

. . This girl might just be mine. .

"Lets go", I smiled and held her hand.

Strange to say, she never let go. She's too cute. . .

Her hand. . So soft. .

"Jake!", a girl screamed.

"Yes?", I stopped walking.

"I need help with something after school", she played with her hair.

. . . . Why would you need my help. . . ?

"No. . . I've got plans. . .", I said as I held Chantel's hand.

"Sorry", I walked away from that girl.

"what was that about?", Chantel asked.

"nothing. . "

"Nothing?"

"yeah"

"you sure?"

"mhm. . She's just. .", I walked a bit faster as I held her hand and said, " . . . Needy, She's just needy. . ."

I can see in her facial expression that she didn't buy it at all, we just kept on walking.

"Chantel~", this weird person, Brad said her name in a pervy kind of way, "C'mere Chantel~ I have a favour to ask", he pulled her back, we were still walking but Brad just didn't care.

"What do you want!?", she looked at him and said, "You damn horn dog!".

"remember what I asked for~?", he asked as he ran his hand along her sides, "how about I get it now, hm~". She yelled, "Let go!, you bastard!", I couldn't just stand there and watch so I had to get in there.

"Hey", I said as I aggressively held his hand and gently moved Chantel away, "leave her alone or else you're going to get hurt".

He scoffed and asked, "and who are you?"

"me?"

"yeah"

"I'm Jake"

"Jake who?"

"Just Jake", I smiled.

"so what, I'm just in the middle of something", he said as he glared at Chantel.

"oh? Is that so?", I chuckled, "with my girlfriend?"

. . . Wait. . .

Why did I say that. . ?

It was the right thing to say at that moment. .

At least that's what I think. .

"prove it, asshole", he said.

"gladly", I proudly said.

Little did I damn know at that moment, I walked over to Chantel. I mouthed, "I'm sorry", to her. She knew that I'm doing the right thing here, I wrapped my arms around her and looked down at her in her beautiful hazel-brown eyes.

She's beautiful. .

I've never felt this way about anyone before. .

I pulled her closer to me.

I feel the warmth of her body on mine. .

This girl. .

Will just be my girlfriend. .

Someday. .

I cupped her cheek as she looked up to me and blushed deeply, I slowly leaned in and our lips touched.

We're kissing. . .

. . . I just met her. . .

And we're kissing. .

Surprised to say that. .

She's kissing me back like. .

. . Like she feels the same way. . .

She grips on my jacket. .

She's pulling me closer than we were.

I slowly pulled away from the kiss, looked over to Brad and said, "Satisfied enough, buddy?", I chuckled. He groaned and walked away, I found myself looking back down in her eyes as our noses touched, "y-you're not hurt. . . Are you?", I asked.

"I-I'm fine", she whispered

"l-lets go t-to the cafeteria", I whispered.

I gently let go of her and we're walking, as we walked people were talking.

"is that his girlfriend?"

"no way!"

"Jake would never settle down"

"there's no way that a girl like her would stand a chance with him, every girl loves him"

I put my head down, I'm still holding her hand. . .

. . . So soft. . .

. . . . I want them to shut up. . .

Can they shut up. . . Please. .

. . . Don't hold my past against me. .