The Kissing Game

Chapter 8

   "I hate our grade," Hannah said, huffing. "They're all so obsessive over a stupid game."

   I couldn't help but smile, knowing Hannah once sided with them three weeks ago. It was amusing to see her finally come to her senses as she glared at our fellow classmates.

    "Don't waste your time giving them a reaction," I said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "They're not worth it."

   "I know." She sighed. "But they threatened you. They called you rude names and they won't freaking stop looking at you. Honestly, they're looking at you and I feel uncomfortable."

   "Sorry."

   Hannah shook her head, looking upset. I couldn't help but feel guilty, knowing it was taking a toll on her. Having to put up with these people was draining my energy, and slowly, I found myself withering. It had only been three weeks, yet I was done with everything.

   Looking up, I saw a group of boys staring at me. They stood at the side of our English classroom in a group and they seemed to be studying me. Since I was used to it, I simply stared back at them. They then proceeded to roll their eyes and ignore me.

"I don't know how you just take it," Hannah said. "I always thought you were strong, but this proves it."

   I looked over at Hannah and grinned, delighted over the compliment. She smiled back, but I noticed the worry in her eyes. I wished there was a way to reassure her, but I knew she was the type of person to worry easily. Because of that, I simply ruffled her hair, earning me a grin from her.

   "No wonder you're not passing the kiss. You're a closeted gay," someone suddenly said.

   I whipped my head to the guy who had spoken and saw that it was one of the boys who had stared at me. His group was behind him and they looked angry, and I simply narrowed my eyes at them. I was prepared to fight.

   "At least I'm not an asshole." I smiled at the guy. "And gay is supposed to be an insult? What century are you from?"

   His eyes narrowed at me. "Zoey, you need to watch your mouth."

   "Why? So that I don't hurt your feelings?" I pouted. "Poor baby."

   I noticed one of his friend smiled, but they were quickly shoved away by another. The other guys besides the one I was talking to then proceeded to shove each other around, angry, and I simply rolled my eyes. Guys were so stupid sometimes.

   The guy in front of me suddenly placed his hands on my desk. He gave me a smirk as he leaned forward, bringing his face nearer to mine. Catching a whiff of his stinky breath, I tried to subtly move away.

   "I think you like me," he said, eyes shimmering with mischief. "Girls are always sassy to the men they like."

   "What?" I blurted out, flabbergasted. "You have to be joking."

   "No." He leaned closer. "I'm definitely not."

   He kept moving forward and I tried to move back, but I couldn't do much with my chair being attached to my desk. With wide eyes, I watched as he kept coming at me. It seemed like he wasn't going to stop and annoyance filled me, wondering what he was doing.