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It was as if he was my proudest accomplishment and yet my most obvious regret. The lines blurred with him, and nothing made sense.

But that's what was so intriguing perhaps about this boy - that no matter how confused I was, and how guilty I felt, I also never wanted this feeling to ever go away.

"You think you can just kiss me like that, against my will, after four days of complete silence, as if it's nothing!" I scream, and go to shove at his chest, but he doesn't budge.

"So you're trying to tell me that you didn't want that kiss as much as I did?" He keeps a neutral expression, which is frightening, because I'm so used to a smirk.

"No! I mean ...no! You can't just kiss me without warning!"

But then his smirk returns as I fumble to find my words, and as stupid as it sounds, I'm relieved to see it back on his face.

He moves in closer, keeping eye contact.

He hadn't acknowledged my problematic uniform yet, but it was coming.