A Kiss Changes Everything

three || he knows

"DUDE, YOU weren't online yesterday!" James confronted me as soon as I walked into school.

I couldn't drag my thoughts away from what happened in my room with Emily yesterday. It haunted my mind like ghosts would haunt a cemetery. Only, my version wasn't as creepy.

I still had a mark on my neck, but I did as well as I could to cover it up with a hoodie. So far, James hasn't asked any questions regarding the hoodie, so I was good.

"Sorry, I was hung up on homework." I explained.

Which was true, since Emily took away the time I was going to use to do my homework.

Dang, I'm bringing Emily into everything.

"That sucks." He looked over to me and made a face. "Why are you wearing a hoodie? It's not that cold."

Crap, he asked about it. I shrugged and started walking off, when I felt a tug at the hood, and it came off. I looked behind me to see James with his eyes widened.

"A hickey? How the hell did you get that?" James asked, nodding towards the small bruise on my neck.

This is great. He knows. I'm an awful liar, so that would be pointless. Besides, I would feel bad about lying, so I would come clean anyway.

"A girl." I muttered and attempted to walk away, only to have my hood yanked back again.

"Well, duh. Can I at least have a name?" He asked.

Maybe it's best if he knows everything. So I started telling him everything that happened yesterday, from when Emily threw stones at my window, to where she started kissing me and finally sucking and kissing that spot on my neck.

I looked at James' reaction, and saw as his eyes were so wide, it looked like they were about to fall out from their sockets.

"Emily? As in Emily Andrews? No f*****g way." James breathed out.

I nodded. I looked down at my watch to see there were ten minutes before class.

"I've got to run. There's a few minutes until class. Meet me by the lockers, okay?" And with that, I started making my way towards class.

Until I felt a hand on my mouth and I was dragged into a dark room. My first instinct was that I was probably getting kidnapped and should plead for my life, until the light was turned on and I saw Emily standing there, with a finger on her lips.

I was too scared to disagree, so I nodded and kept my mouth firmly shut. Emily smirked and starting walking forward.

Before I could process what Emily's smirk meant, I was pushed towards the door of the janitors closet, and heard a lock click.

Then Emily planted her lips on mine. She put her hands around my neck, as my hands flopped next to me. I couldn't even respond to it, since I didn't know what to do at the moment in time.

"Looks like I marked you." Emily breathed out when she broke away from me.

Her gaze was focused on the purple bruise currently placed on my neck. My face turned red as I pulled the hood over head to conceal it.

Only to have Emily pull it back down again. She smiled at me before connecting her lips to mine once again. She started moving slowly, but the kids started escalating when she realized I wasn't responding.

She put her hands behind my neck, again, and carried on kissing me. It must have been frustrating for her, because I wasn't reacting to the kiss. But the reason I didn't is because I simply didn't know what to do.

"Are you just going to stand there and be too much of a wimp to kiss me back?" She breathed out when she pulled away.

I didn't respond to her, so she scrunched her eyebrows together. Then she removed her hands away and unlocked the door.

"Have fun in class, then." She told me before walking out.

I started walking to my class, thinking about what just happened in the janitors closet. Why didn't I kiss her back?

Why couldn't I kiss her back? She's probably going to send a tank after me now.

Why did I have to act like a statue the whole time? The only time I literally moved was when I put my hood on. And the thing is, for whatever strange reason – I actually like kissing Emily. So what happened to make me freeze?

"Mason! Dude, are you okay? I've been calling your name for the past five minutes." James said, snapping me back to reality.

It's lunch at the moment, and I haven't seen Emily since the Janitor's Closet Incident. I really want to go and kiss her, but I'm too scared to initiate the first move.

"Yeah. I'm just thinking about things." I admitted.

James nodded, but in a way as is if he was wondering what I'm thinking about. That's when, all of a sudden, the cafeteria doors slammed open. Everyone looked, and we realized it was Dylan. Only, he had a bloody nose and a purple, swollen eye.

That's when it struck me – someone beat him up. And clearly, he lost.

"All of you: mind your own f*****g business, okay? Because you don't want your business to interfere with mine. Understand?" Dylan shouted at the entire hall.

I looked at James who just shrugged at me. I was really curious to what happened, but it's not like I have the type of friendship with Dylan to just ask about it.

"Dang, someone woke up at the wrong side of the bed." James muttered, so that only I could hear his comment.

I agreed with James. He must've had a really bad morning to be this moody. My palms started sweating when I realized Dylan was walking towards me. I looked at James, and he just shrugged his shoulders, like he didn't know why Dylan was walking up to me.

"This is all your fault, asshole!" Dylan pushed me off the chair when he approached me.

I looked at him in a way – as if I was questioning what he was saying. I was. Dylan chuckled as he looked away from me and spat on the floor.

"Don't you f*****g dare try to act innocent. This is your fault!" He shouted at me.

At this moment in time, I caught the entire cafeteria's attention. It's quite upsetting how they just watch this happen, and don't bother to at least tell a member of staff about it. Oh, great. Now I'm acting like a teacher.

Dylan looked around the hall, making eye-contact with everyone who was around.

"You're probably wondering why I'm making this i***t seem even more stupid than normal. Well, the reason why I'm so beat up right now is because he is a snitch." Dylan emphasized, pointing at me.

What was he talking about? I don't remember telling anyone about what he does. Everyone practically knows already, so what use is it to snitch? I wonder what made him think that I told someone.

"Why the hell did you get Emily to beat me up?"