Chapter 2: The moment
Oh my God.
I was kissing the boy underneath me. Horrified, I jerked away and crawled off the poor guy, my hand flying up to cover my mouth in shock while the guy blinked furiously before sitting up, his gaze locking with mine. There, sitting on the floor next to me with sauce remnants from my shirt now smeared on him was a gorgeous Adonis, with electric blue eyes and thick, wavy black hair that held bits of pasta in it. He looked stunned before he shook himself out of his daze, glancing up at the table to see the girl who'd been recording glaring at me.
"Did you just kiss him?" she snarled, while everyone else behind her laughed.
"I-I didn't do it on purpose!" I blurted, my cheeks so red by now that I knew I looked like a fire hydrant. "That's my fucking boyfriend, bitch!"
"How the fuck was I supposed to know that?!"
My eyes widened and I clamped my mouth shut. I usually didn't curse unless I was extremely embarrassed or angry, which made sense right now since I was feeling both. The girl continued to glare at me, her phone now on the table as she stood up but before she could try anything, the boy who I'd tripped on and accidentally kissed scrambled to his feet and stood between us.
"Leave it, Layla," he stated. "She didn't do it on purpose."
"Yes, she did! I embarrassed her so now she's trying to get back at me!"
"Excuse me?" Now, I was on my feet too, shoving the boy aside so I could be in front of her. "I'm not that revengeful that I'd deliberately kiss your boyfriend! This is my first fucking day! I don't know anyone."
"Just get out of my sight," she snapped, and I opened my mouth to retort when a warm hand wrapped around my forearm and yanked me away from the scene, dragging me out of the cafeteria before I could get myself suspended.
"Let go of me," I snarled, my cheeks burning bright red as I tried to make the boy drop his grip but he wouldn't budge.
Instead, he led me into the girls' bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror, making me watch my pasta-covered reflection while he grabbed napkins and wet them before handing them to me to wipe my hair and shirt.
"I don't need your help," I muttered, taking the napkins and rubbing them against my shirt anyway.
He crossed his arms, "I know.
I just thought I'd be polite." "Your girlfriend lacks that category."
Despite the situation, a smile twitched the corner of his lips, "She's not my girlfriend."
My head snapped to the side, "What?"
"Layla's always had this obsession with me, and I'm not saying this to sound egotistic, but she thinks that we're a couple due to this drunken one-night stand we had. I've told her numerous times I'm not interested but it's like she never hears me with the way she reacts when I'm around other girls."
"Great. So, I have a psycho bitch to hate me for eternity."
He grinned, "You also have a handsome Greek god to call you Clumsy."
I cocked a brow, "I thought you said you weren't egotistical."
"It's okay to be a little self-confident, right?"
A small laugh escaped my lips and I glanced at my reflection, glad that most of the damage was gone except for the large red stain that was on the middle of my shirt.
"Well, I guess, everyone will think I came back from murdering someone," I stated, sighing as I threw the napkins into the trash.
"You can say I was your partner-in-crime," the boy added, and I felt a smile form on my lips.
"Sure thing, bub. But what exactly does my partner-in-crime go by?"
A sly smile curved his lips as he headed towards the door, his hand wrapping around the handle as his striking blue eyes met mine.
"River. River Knight."
I gave a wave of my fingers (a/n: see what I did there? wave? river? LOL), "See you whenever, River."
He gifted me a small salute. "Later, Clumsy."
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