The Kiss

"Huh? Samuels?"

It was the dude I encountered in the field earlier. What the heck is he doing here?! Right, he studies here too. But he definitely just put himself in a very risky situation.

"Are you alright?"

He asked, as he eyed Clinton.

"Samuels, you should probably go home, let's just meet up tomorrow and I'll tell you everything but right now, I'd rather you go home."

"What?"

The idiot wasn't listening to me!?

"Did he just hurt you? I can't believe you bastard!"

Oh no, he completely misunderstood the situation. But he is not entirely wrong. This is so annoying; he's going to die at this point. Clinton doesn't care at this moment. Can I just pick up this man and throw him on the other side of the continent so he could stay out of my way? He flung himself into Clinton and successfully landed a punch, we expected Clinton to at least recoil but that didn't happen as he punched Micaiah back across the face, the poor boy at least flew upon the impact. Clinton was about to go after him again but I was quick to my feet.

"Hey, can you still stand up."

"Yeah, just a bit… disoriented."

He tried to stand up, it took him a while. I need to get rid of this guy before he loses a limb or something. I don't have this regeneration for nothing, unlike Micaiah. Even though he and Clinton have the same built, right now, Clinton is not himself, Micaiah might care about Clintons wellbeing even in a fight, Clinton might not.

"You should go."

Clinton is in a blind rage with the intent to kill while Micaiah will have to focus on defense because he doesn't want to hurt his friend. Clinton was already in front of me when I was suddenly shoved to the side by Samuels himself.

"No, its you who should go. This is personal now."

Micaiah, rolled his shoulders and did a stance, but Clinton doesn't care about Micaiah theatrics as he went for the face again. Micaiah gracefully avoided it and threw an upper punch that was so strong he knocked out the bull!

"Holy shit!"

I gaped as I stood up from where I was shoved earlier.

"That's for Audrey you… bitch."

I'm pretty impressed. He wasn't even staggering. He just knocked out Clinton Gardner. Could you believe that! I guess it's the power of love.

"You and Audrey huh."

"What? Everyone knows about it. Have you really been living under a rock?"

"Urrgg!"

I groaned.

"Is this some sort of sappy soap opera romance I'm not involve in?"

I muttered more to myself. Micaiah, upon hearing laughed at my misery. Why do I always get myself involved with guys that are already in love with someone else?! It's not like I'm interested with Clinton, Jack or Micaiah or anything. It's just annoying to deal with alright? Like, how come all of these guys and none of them are even genuinely into me?

We'll, not like it matters.

"Trust me little girl, you don't want to be involve in this R19, erotic, sexy, steamy, sweaty, greasy..."

I laughed.

"Ew, what are you describing? KFC?"

"Hey! Do not disrespect Colonel Mc Darcy like that."

I laughed even more.

"Who even is that? Anyways, back to the more pressing matter, we are currently saving this town from a girl xenomorph invasion and we will need all the help we could get."

He raised a brow at this, like he could not believe I just ruined his funny streak just for this nonsense.

"Look, I know how this sounds but, the girls that went missing didn't just disappear on pure coincidence, they've been abducted by some sort of alienlike creature, me, Jack and Clinton have seen it with our own very eyes!"

He just laughed. I looked at him with a blank expression.

"Okay, so you're saying, Clinton, you and that Jack guy were together? and you three saw an alien together? I mean, we do pot there a lot, maybe you just had a collective trip or something. Did Clinton caught you and that dude making out in their cornfield? I swear people go there on purpose just to piss Clinton off, it's hilarious!"

He wiped a tear and looked at the distance as if he's reminiscing a very distant memory.

"Huh? How did you even get into that conclusion?"

I was dumbfounded.

"I can't think of anything that could link you three together and there is no way in hell, he'll invite you over."

He shrugged. It's true, the three of us are just too different from each other. Who would've though that we would team up just to save a town from an invasion?

A groan snapped us out of our relaxed stupor. Clinton is finally waking up. Great! now he could tell his friend here, that I was telling the truth. To our horror, Clinton was still possessed! What on earth! On the spot, Clinton lunged at us like a raging bull. Micaiah was now under him and is struggling to cover the other boy's blows. Shit! He's not holding back at all. I started to panic as I Micaiah's face started bleeding. I should be the one there not him!

"A little help here before I lose a tooth please."

Micaiah tried to joke around, but no shit! He's literally is asking for help. I tried to pry Clinton away from him by pushing him to the side with all my might and without a moment of hesitation, Micaiah went back to his feet and successfully landed a punch that made the other stumble a bit but Clinton caught Micaiah's fist on his next blow. Without batting an eye, Clinton broke Micaiah's arm like a glowstick. I've never heard such frightening scream like that coming from someone before. Micaiah fell to his knees as he cried but the thing is, Clinton refused to let go of the injured arm. I tried to pry it away but instead of helping I just made it worse as it caused movement to the injury.

What should I do?

Crap, crap, crap, CRAP!

Save the town my ass, I can't even save this dumbass. I can't shove or push Clinton; he'll just drag Micaiah with him! I though he'll be back to normal when he wake up after being knocked out. Shit Clinton is unstoppable. Is there no other way to cure this spell? He was kissed by the creature… kissed… that's it! A stupid lousy kiss!

I was reminded of the urgency of the situation by another one of Micaiah's cries of pain. I sprung to my feet, got on a tippy toe and crashed my lips against his. I heard a gasp behind me and a small 'what the fuck' from Micaiah. I ignored it as I tried to focus on the task at hand. I never done this before, the urge to pull away is real but I have to execute an open-mouthed kiss to this brute. I think the spit is the cure and a simple lip brush would do nothing. I made a weird sound as Clinton's tongue slithered inside my mouth as his lips started doing unthinkable things to my virgin mouth. I felt a hand at the back of my head as it pulls on my hair making me open my mouth open wider and change angle. Kissing feels so weird, yet strangely, I don't want to pull away. Feeling someone else's teeth, tasting someone's spit and the feeling on someone's tongue inside your mouth- I flinched and pulled away, Clinton had poked my 3 weeks swollen wisdom tooth. Cradling my right jaw, I was about to glare at him but instead, I gaped. He was looking back at me with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Not bad kid, not bad."

He said as he licked his lips. He's back!