The Bad Boy's First Kiss

Chapter 8

THE BAD BOY’S FIRST KISS

CHAPTER 8

DEVVY’S POV

HUNTER and I are now at the veranda. He leaned against the wall with his hands on both pockets of his trousers, his eyes scanning the whole area. From his pose, it’s not really deniable that he’s so good-looking. I was just standing enough distance from him while looking at him, waiting for what he has to say. He was the one who wanted to talk with me. Right? But it took time, so I forced a sigh for him to hear it. That’s the time he finally looked at me.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled.

I crossed my arms. “Why do you want to talk? And who told my dad that we’re friends?” I raised a brow.

“I told him. Our parents are friends, so we are friends as well. Anyway, I want to ask about what you’ve done.”

I looked away. “It’s none of your business. Why ask me?”

“Because I care for you.”

“Why do you care for me? It’s new to me. I mean, you’re suddenly talking with me. You’re not like this before. We just know each other.”

I heard a sigh. “Because I was shy to approach you before.”

I turned my head to him, looking puzzled.

“You’re a good girl. It’s not good for a playboy like me to talk with you. People might think you’re one of my girls. And I don’t want that because you’re my mom’s friend’s daughter.” The sound of his voice was sincere.

I was astonished. That was unexpected to hear.

“But now, I think it’s okay to talk with you as long as I know that I don’t have bad intentions toward you. Right?" A slight smile was drawn on his face.

“I don’t know what to say,” I just said.

“Anyway,” he sighed and continued, “I want to talk with you because I care for you and about what will happen to you. It may not look obvious, but I really am.” He paused to breathe. "Now, tell me. Did you really steal Matthew's girlfriend's diary? Did you really cheat in the exam? That's why you ranked Top 3?"

Hearing "Matthew's girlfriend" made my heart twitched in slight pain, and it caused me to look away and just asked him, "You do believe it, don't you?"

“What do you think?” he asked me back instead of answering my question.

“You believe it. That’s what I saw in your face when you got into our house," I stated softly.

“At first, I didn’t think it’s true. I doubted it, but Calisha mentioned that she could prove it. She said this lunchtime that she has evidence. You were the Top 1 in your previous school, and you were the Top 4 last school year in our school after you transferred. I’ve just thought that maybe you’ve done it in our school so that you’ll eventually be the Top 1 again, but I—”

“Yeah, I know,” I butted in quickly, stating a fact. "You really believe it."

“You didn’t let me finish,” he told me and chuckled slightly. “I said I still don’t believe her,” he emphasized.

Now, I am looking at him, perplexed. He’s making me confused with his actions and words. He’s hard to read.

“I think you couldn’t and wouldn’t do it. You didn’t do it. Right?”

I was silent for a while before I replied, “Even if I didn’t do bad, I still don’t know how to prove it, though. My image is now besmirched.” I am so down now.

He walked toward me, and I was surprised when he put his hands on my shoulders.

“Relax,” he laughed shortly. “I will help you.” He quirked his brows.

“How?”

He took his hands off me. “Just chill out. I got your back. Do not be absent; they will think more that it’s true.” He started walking to go inside, and when he finally got in, I heard him calling my mom and dad.

I was left in the veranda, still thinking of the unbelievable act and words of Hunter. I could not really believe that he has this side. I am not sure, though, if he was serious or something.

I was about to go inside when he went out. “Bye, Dev.”

“B-bye…”

After Hunter had gone away, I closed the gate and then went inside until I reached my room. While making a continuation of today’s entry in my diary, my conversation with Hunter kept popping in my head.

I wonder what he will do. I really don’t have an idea. I don’t even know how to prove that I never did wrong, that all those accusations Calisha threw at me are untrue. Hunter was right, though. I should not be absent. They will think that it’s true if I hide. I know my image has become untidy, but I know to myself that I did not do wrong. I should find ways to defend myself and not depend on Hunter.

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MATTHEW’S POV

I AM currently lying on my bed, chatting with my girlfriend, Calisha, on Messenger. No one's around the home, only me. Our maid is in her province for some family reason, and I don’t know when she will come back. I just ate in a restaurant before I got home because I was too lazy to cook at home.

Back to Calisha, I read the last message she sent to me.

Calisha: I love you, babe. Good night. :)

I typed the words "I love you, too," and I was about to send it to her when suddenly, the image of that girl from the seashore appeared in my head. Her words echoed in my head.

“You have a share of mistakes too. You were not looking on your way too. We’re both at fault. Don’t blame it all to me.”

“I’m sorry, Matthew. I promise I didn’t mean it. It was just unintentional. I… I was running at that time because I couldn’t take their eyes on me. I was blamed for something I never did. I was humiliated. That explains why I am here from this morning. I’m sorry. I will be careful next time. The bumping incident will never happen ever again.”

After that, the image of the girl I had accidentally kissed before appeared next to my head. The two kept popping in my mind until I got annoyed that I had not sent Calisha the message.

I made my phone fall in the bed and rubbed my face out of annoyance. Why is she popping into my head? I already chose to forget her a while ago! I could accept if the girl I had accidentally kissed before, which was also my first kiss, kept flashing into my head. I’ve been thinking of her always. There is no time that I am not thinking of her.

But this is the first time another girl makes me think of her. I don't even want to think of her. I had not really paid much attention to her face at that time in the seashore and when she bumped into me, but—Oh, well, I don’t know why this is happening. I am not even sure if she was that girl—my first kiss.

By the way, it wasn’t a kiss on the lips but a kiss on the cheek. I still considered it as my first kiss since that was the first time I kissed a girl.

My phone suddenly dinged that interrupted my thoughts. It was Calisha when I looked at the screen; I picked it up.

“Babe, why didn’t you reply? I thought you’re asleep already.”

“I’m sorry,” I sighed. “I just have a headache. Good night.” I ended the call and clicked the airplane mode on.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but I could not. I was like that for a couple of hours. This is not good. I need to see her again. I need to scrutinize her if she was my first kiss... so that I can have peace of mind.