It was one kiss!

--Chapter 6--

        “Mr. Farset!” Mr. Jones yells. Mr. Jones was our Calculus teacher. I’m, surprisingly, good at almost all math. Shocking right? “Mr. Farset,” Mr. Jones says a little quieter, “If you don’t want to listen. Why are you here?”

        Alex rolls his eyes, and looks back down at his phone. Alex was currently sitting behind me. Lucky for me Ashley was also in this class. Along with Ryan. He. Would. Not. Shut. Up.

        Mr. Jones stars at Alex, for a second longer before going back to teaching useless information. Just because I’m good at Calculus does NOT mean I like it. Ashley and I went back talking. Weird how we never get caught. Ash thinks it's because we always get 80% or better on tests. The difference between me and Ash, beside the obvious, is I don’t have to study to get good grades, she does.

        “Heyyyyyy Jean,” Someone draws out, behind me. I look and see both Ryan and Alex looking at Ash and I. Weird right?

        I scanned their faces, both look amused, and board. I tilt my head a little to the left, “Yes?” I say raising a brow.

        “So” -Ryan draws out- “There's this party” He sounds like he was trying to explain something to a 5 year-old. As in talking super slow. I hate slow talkers. “And,”-he draws out again-  “We-”

        “Get to the f*****g point already, Ryan,” Ashley chimes in. We both hate slow talkers.

        He sighs, “Fine,” Take a guess. He draw it out. “We,”-He points between him and Alex- “Wanted to know if you girls could come. Oh yeah, that includes the hot one.” He says smirking.

        “Oh you mean me? The hot one?” I say giving him an innocent look. Alex tries not to laugh by clapping his lips together. Ash is doing the same. While Ryan looks unamused.

        Then Ash chimes in again, “No, J. He means me. Have you seen me. I’m stunning.” She does a hair flip, she ends up messing up her hair and freaking out. We all laugh at her and she shoot a look.

        “Ash,” I said slowly, “This is a proper hair flip,” I flip my hair, and as always, its near perfect. Ryan looks bored. Ash looks jealous. And Alex looks…impressed.  Weird...

        “Over course of all people,”-Ash uses her hands to emphasize- “You can do the perfect hair, flip! Your too perfect J!"

        “Far from it,” I say in a dull voice.

        Ash rolls her eyes. Ryan still looks bored, and Alex looks… also board. 

        Well did you think he would care?

        I mentally roll my eyes and sighs.

        “Alright, are we done with that s**t?” Ryan asks in a dull tone, nobody answers and he rolls his eye, “Fine! Are you coming to the party or not?”

        I look at Ash, and she looks at me. She hates parties. I now hate parties. Oh, this is great! Ash turns her head and looks Alex in the eyes for a sec, and then turns to Ryan's and does the same, before saying, “I’ll go, only if Jean go’.”

        “Wait,” I say my eyes winding, “You’ll actually go. You hate parties. And hate drunk people! Ashley are you okay?”

        She rolls her eyes, but has a small smile on her lips. “Yes! I’m fine!”

        “Alright then,” I look Alex in the eyes, and see a spark of hope, then I look at Ryan and see smirk on his lips, “Looks like I need to find an outfit for tonight!” Both boys look excited and happy. Great.

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        After Calculus nothing really happened. I survived another day of school! This is a big deal!

        I was standing next to Dallas, when Alex walked up and started talking about the party. I was at Dallas's locker listening to him talk. Alex started ranting about Mrs. Belmont. Honestly, he looked really cute ranting. WAIT! I hate Alex! I hate Alex! I hate Alex! No you don’t. 

        "Hey gorgeous," A voice said. I knew it was Grayson without looking. How did I know it was him? Because he does this. Every. Single. Day!

        I mentally sighed and turn to him. He was wearing his normal, ripped jeans, and a black tee. He didn't look bad necessary. He was kinda cute. I shake my head and put on my best poker face. It wasn't that good, but whatever. "What do you want, Grayson?"

        He smirked, “You already know.” He winked at me. And, actually smiled. A real smile!

        I roll my eyes and huff, “Whatever,” Then turned to a very confessed Dallas. “Are we leaving?” He looks at Grayson, then Alex, then me. Alex looked pissed. Why? Who knows. Dallas gave Alex a 'look' and then turned to Grayson with a murderous look in his eyes. Grayson broke the stare down first only to look at me. Dallas's attention went to me. After a moment of since he said.

        “Yeah. Lets go.”

        Alex then stormed over and grabbed my wrist. Sending tingle up my arm and pain. He may have had a tight gripe on my wrist. He then walked out of the school Dallas quickly following us. Dallas also, now, looked pissed. My stomach is in knots. I sound so cliche. But its all true.

        Cars started to come to view. I saw Dallas unlock his car. Alex partially shoved me in the back then getting the front. He stared at the car on his right like it killed his Mother. Again he is pissed. And its because of me. The feeling of pride and guilt mixed mi my stomach. I made the freaking Alex Farset pissed. But he didn't do anything to deserve it. I hate him! Emma and Ash don't believe me, and frankly I don't even believe myself any more. He seemed like he cared, but hes a player. That's whats he's good at. Making girls fall for him. Have I fallen? No. No way in hell will I ever fall for him. Right?

        Alex Farset what are you doing to me?