“Would you calm down first?!” He growled, angrier than I thought he might have been.
I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath. “I’m okay, I’m calm. I got this,” I whispered, biding my irritation.
He got up and pulled me up to my feet, except he pulled a little too hard. I knocked into his chest and our feet tangled together. I yelped, feeling the whole world tip as I fell onto him. My head bounced as we hit the ground. The next thing I knew, my lips were on his.
Gasp, like literally.
My eyes rocketed wide with complete and utter shock.
My expression was mirrored on his face as well.
I got up and screamed. I crawled off his body and sat on the grass a few feet away from him with my hands covering my mouth.
He sat up, his lips agape.
We stared at each other for a few measly seconds with strange looks pastured onto our faces.
Nick scratched the back of his neck and coughed. “Um…that was little too cliché don’t you think?”
I nodded.
He smirked, “Don’t be so conscious cucumber, that wasn’t like a real kiss or anything. Our lips touched for three seconds.”
“I’m not being conscious,” I retorted
He looked at me, studying my almost-teary eyes. “It's fate I guess.”
Usually I don’t say anything about my mom or the past but for some reason. I wanted to pour it all out into Nick’s bowl.
“Jasmine, she knows Nick’s ex-girlfriend.”
It took me a moment to take that in. I didn’t know why it made me upset to hear something about Nick’s ex-girlfriend. I was sure he had plenty of pretty girlfriends before and I didn’t understand why Kevin would mention anything about them to me…
“So?” I asked, annoyed.
“So, I told her about you training with Nick and she got all surprised. She said Nick’s ex-girlfriend looks a lot like you, like actually really similar,” he said with his words fast and slurred.
I gulped, twirling the wire around my finger. “T-that’s impossible. Don’t joke around, Kevin.”
“I’m not joking. Jasmine has some pictures of her on her cell phone … I think you should come over…” he answered lowly.
I took in a breath before answering. Usually I don’t say anything about my mom or the past but for some reason. I wanted to pour it all out into Nick’s bowl. Maybe mix our tragic lives together. Hopefully I’d feel a little better then. Maybe he’d feel a little better. Or maybe I just wanted him to know that he wasn’t the only one.
I slowly got up and rubbed my face with my palms.