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"Come on, admit it. You had a great time today," Josie teases as we walk up the steps to my house.
"Yeah," I force a nervous laugh.
"Okay, what is up? You've been acting weird all day." She frowns.
I fumble my house keys as I unlock the door.
"Did I say something? Do something? Help me out here," she begs.
I finally get the key in the lock and open the door.
"No, It was nice. Perfect." I say without looking at her.
"That's your fake voice." She says.
"Is not!" I get defensive as we walk in.
"Is too."
"It was amazing, really."
"Then why do I feel like your avoiding me?" she crosses her arms.
"I'm not," I mumble.
She grabs me by my chin and forces me to meet her eyes. I feel my cheeks heat up.
"What is it? What did I do?" she asks softer.
"Nothing, it was... perfect."
"So what's the problem?"
"There is no problem." That's the problem I want to tell her.
She sighs.
"You hated it didn't you," she pulls away.
"Josie do you even hear the words coming out of my mouth I said it was perfect."
"Then why don't you mean it? Your eyes say something different. You have that panicked dear in the headlights look you get when you're avoiding something."
I don't get a look. Wait, do I? Am I really that obvious? How come no one told me? Way to go face, now Josie is on to me.
"I'm not avoiding anything," I say.
"Then what? Tell me."
"There is nothing to tell! You're overthinking it."
"Fine I'll just go," she moves to grab her stuff.
I grab her arm and hold her in place.
"If you don't tell me I'm out of here." She says.
I pull her closer to me and wrap my arms around her, nuzzling my head in her back.
"It was perfect," I whisper into her.
"Then why are you—"
"Why else do I usually get like this Josie?" I challenge.
"You only get like this when you are hiding something from me."
"What am I usually hiding from you?"
"That you have a crush on— oh..."
I squeeze her tighter.
I can actually hear her heartbeat faster inside of her.
Cute.
"What... What are you saying exactly? I don't want to be confused." She turns to face me.
"I feel weird inside," I nuzzle my head into her chest.
"Kat—"
"I'm confused and conflicted. No one's ever made me feel like this before. I'm scared," I admit.
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Teen FictionKat and Josie have been thick as thieves since middle school. They've made a name for themselves as two of the most popular girls at school. Their lives have all the perks and drawbacks of being the popular kids in school. When local bad boy Carson...
