Kevi Swan. Part 3

the rest of the school day sucked.

i felt like everyone was judging me.

staring at me like i was finally fascinating. i kept hearing whispers and people kept asking questions like "what were you guys doing?" and "are you guys going out or something?". i wouldn't answer their questions. because i didn't know the answers. were we going out now? i didn't have any classes with kevi so i didn't get the chance to really talk to him.

P.E. came along. the last class of the day thank god. As i am putting all my books in the locker, my friend Alice came up to me and asked "Did you and kevi really make-out under-neath his jacket on the bus this morning?" i just ignored her like i did everyone else and finished putting my books in my locker. but i was curious, who told her all of that? she wasn't even on the bus. 

"who told you that"? i asked a little worried about the answer. "kevi."

i can not believe kevi told her that!

he's the person whose been telling every one!

i walk on the bus and see kevi sitting in our seat. he looks up and sees me and smirks.

i look down in shyness as i take my seat next to him. what am i going to say to him? what is he gonna say to me?

i build up some courage as i decide to talk first.

"why were you telling everyone that we made-out this morning!" i whispered as loud as i could so that no one would hear us.

"well i could tell them that i massaged your b***s now could i." he said with a strong tone

i guess he did have a point there. saying that we made-out is wayy better than saying what we actually did.

i told him how i felt like crap all day long and how it would be bad if we did it again.

but he felt a completely different way.

"But, didn't you like it?" he asked. the question stunned me. of course i liked it. it was a natural feeling to feel. But the real question here was simple.

Did I want it to happen again?