CHAPTER SIX
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CHAPTER SIX
MOLLY POV
"Hey, um... about that kiss this morning," I started, trying to sound casual. Inside, though, my heart was doing little drum solos. I really didn't want Drake to see how much that kiss had actually affected me. He just kept looking at the TV, not saying a single word. "It was just a kiss, you know? People kiss all the time," he finally said, and maybe he meant it to make things less awkward, but it kind of stung. I wanted him to say he liked it, or that it felt good, or something... anything like that.
I don't really understand why I'm feeling so weird right now. It's not like I actually like him, right? He's just... a really good kisser. And okay, yeah, he's pretty attractive. Plus, he was the one who kissed me this morning! My eyes kept drifting to his lips, and I had to fight myself not to just lean over and kiss him again.
"You really shouldn't make a big deal out of it," he said, and I just nodded, even though inside I was making a pretty big deal out of it.
"Seriously, I don't want anyone finding out that I'm, you know, doing this... babysitting thing with my babysitter," I said, trying to sound a little bit proud, even though I felt anything but.
"I wasn't going to tell anyone," he mumbled, finally standing up from the couch. "Look, I'm sorry for kissing you," he said quietly, and I really hated that he was apologizing. Did he not like it at all? Did I somehow force myself on him? That thought made my stomach flip.
"I'm going to head out for a little while. Do you need anything before I go?" he asked, but I just shook my head. The sound of the front door clicking shut told me he was gone. I let out a long, heavy sigh and then turned off the TV to go to my room.
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Wow, it's been a whole nine hours since Drake left. I don't know why I'm even a little bit worried that he's not back yet. Why am I wasting my time thinking about where he is? Ugh, why did you kiss him, Molly? I think that was a huge mistake. He probably kisses tons of college girls, and kissing me was probably just something to pass the time for him.
I thought about calling Abby. Maybe going over to her place would help me clear my head, but just then, I heard a car pull up outside. I walked calmly to the window and saw Drake kissing some really hot college girl. She must have given him a ride home.
Maybe she's his girlfriend. That would explain everything.
For some stupid reason, my heart started beating really fast.
The girl drove off after their little make-out session, and I moved away from the window and went into the kitchen. "Hey," Drake's voice suddenly filled the air. I picked up the milk that I was going to use for pancakes and slammed it down on the table, feeling really angry.
"I should make your lunch," he offered, like nothing had happened.
"No way am I eating anything you make," I said, my voice low and annoyed, with a big frown on my face.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, looking genuinely confused. "That's definitely none of your business, right?" I snapped, and I could see the confusion in his eyes deepen.
"Are you mad at me for staying out so long?" he asked carefully.
"Why would I be? You can even sleep out if you want! I really don't care," I lied, pouring the flour into my mixing bowl, my hands shaking a little.
"You don't have to say it, I can tell you're mad at me, and it makes me curious," he said, taking a few steps towards me.
"Don't come any closer," I warned, stepping back.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, a little smirk playing on his lips.
"You're wrong, Drake. What reason would I possibly have to miss you?" I said, even though I knew I had been restless and kept looking at the time for the past few hours. "Look at you, you're all tense because I'm here," he pointed out, and I hated how weak my body felt whenever he was close. This sudden attraction I felt for him was making me hate myself. How could I be this drawn to him after just two f*****g days?
"Why do you keep saying I'm attracted to you?" I asked, moving further away from him.
"I never actually said you were attracted to me... unless you are?" he said, making me bite down on my lip.
"You kissed me this morning and then acted like it was nothing!" I blurted out, my voice rising.
"You kissed me yesterday, remember? You made the first move," he muttered, a little chuckle in his voice that just made me even angrier.
"Seriously, screw you, Drake," I yelled, turning and stomping upstairs to my room. He was such an i***t, and I really should have known better.
"Where are you going?" he called after me, but I ignored him and kept going to my room. The door slid open, and I knew he had followed me upstairs.
"What are you doing here, Drake? I didn't ask you to come into my room," I said, trying to sound firm.
"I don't want us to fight, Molly. Can't we just be friends? Or maybe you prefer we just... stay out of each other's way?" he mumbled, and the thought of him keeping his distance actually made me feel a little surprised and... disappointed? "We have weeks to be together, and fighting is just going to make everything really hard," he said, sitting down on the edge of my bed.
"Actually... I don't want us to stay apart," he said softly, and that made me feel a little better, even though I was still annoyed. "I mean, it would just make everything feel weird and boring, right? Why don't we just try to be friends and maybe actually get to know each other, Molly?" he suggested, looking right at me.
"Sure," I said, trying to sound okay with it.
"So, what do you want to eat?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"I kind of lost my appetite," I mumbled, still thinking about him kissing that other girl.
"What if I order something for us?" he offered.
"Whatever, but I don't have any money for that," I muttered.
"I'll order then," he said, standing up and leaving the room.
"Weirdo," I whispered under my breath. I walked back downstairs and saw Drake watching TV.
"Come sit down, the pizza will be here soon," he said, patting the spot next to him on the couch. I was just about to sit down when the doorbell rang.
"I should probably get that," he said, standing up again.
After a few seconds, he came back holding a pizza box and a couple of bottles of coke. "Here," he said, handing me a bottle.
"Thanks," I replied. The second I opened the coke, it fizzed up and spilled all over me, making my thin tank top stick to my chest.
"Did you shake this on purpose?" I asked, feeling a little suspicious. But he didn't seem to be looking at my face. His eyes were fixed on my wet chest, where my n*****s were very clearly visible. I watched as he slowly bit his bottom lip and then licked them in a way that sent a strange shiver down my spine. Those little reactions from him made me want to just climb onto his lap and do all sorts of crazy things, but maybe that was just my imagination running wild.
"I really need to go change," I mumbled, turning and quickly walking away, my cheeks feeling hot.
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