Spin The Bottle

9: Vous Aimer Est Difficile

"Wow. So he actually tried to kiss you?" I nodded and closed my locker, turning back to face Hazel and leaning on it slightly. "with his actual lips?" She whispered looking at me bemused. I rolled my eyes.

"No with his kidney- of course with his lips!" She put her hands up in a defensive manner.

"Hey! I'm just trying to grasp the situation!" She smiled and I stared blankly at her. I am not remotely in a good mood, and she keeps on making a joke out of everything that I say. I roll my eyes again and push myself off the dark gray locker. I'm not a very sweet person, so there is only so much of her that I can take.

I start walking away, and out of the corner of my eye I can see her holding in her laughter. I shake my head and it isn't very long before she is beside me again. "Goodbye Hazel." I sigh, and she laughs which makes me even more angry.

"Em!" I ignore her and that smug smile that she has on her face. "Come on, Emma! I'm sorry." She pleads but I just keep walking. The bell rings and pretty soon the halls are empty. She yanks my arm and makes me stop. "Emma!"

"God! What?" I look back at her, and her face has turned completely serious.

"Look, I know you might think he tried to kiss you, and if he did then that's awesome, and I would be SO happy for you Emma, but..." She trailed off and I looked at her expectantly.

"But?"

"But, I don't want you to get your hopes up, because it seems kind of surreal to me. I mean. You've liked him for three years Emma. And after three years he showed no sign of liking you back. So... Why now?" I bit my lip. I wanted to deny her, tell her that she was wrong, but somehow I knew, right in the pit of my stomach that she was right.

~•~

School was passing in a blur. My mind was still wrapped around last night. I couldn't grasp what happened. It didn't make sense. Had my over active imagination driven me over the edge of sanity or had it really happened?

"Emma you're not a stupid girl," I thought "You are capable of knowing what happened." I groaned. Why was this so difficult? I walked into French class and sat down. Class was about to start and was already full. The teacher walked in and started the lesson. I hadn't got a chance to pull my things out no thanks to Hazel, so I ended up having to bring my bag with me.

Mr. Millo (Mee-low) was currently asking everyone to say something and I was next. I'm not that good at French... Okay I'm horrible at French. So you can guess why I wasn't his most favorite student ever.

"Mrs. Richardson." I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him. "How do you say "I love ice-cream?" I blinked a few times and started to bite my lip.

"Um... I-I... I don't know." I sighed and hung my head. He shot me a glance of disappointment.

"Anyone else?" Ian raised his hand with a smirk - yes he is in my French class - Mr. Millo rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Ian. Please put your hand down. I'm really not in the mood for your jokes." Everyone laughed and he shrugged putting his hand down.

"J'adore la glace." Was all I heard and I didn't even NEED to turn around to know who said it. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I hate Ashlyn. The teacher gave her a bright smile and muttered a "very good" and turned back to the board. I inwardly growled. It took everything I had not turn around and glare at her. I hate her. I hate her. I ha- I was cut off by Millo.

"Okay class, pull out your cahier's and begin writing." I was now rummaging through my bag for my notebook when my new bottle of 'Dark Kiss' fell on the floor. My mouth dropped as I watched the bottle hit the floor, which caused stares from everyone in the room... Including Mr. Millo.