Billionaire's Childhood Love

II. I Know

Hailey's POV:

"No more make-out practice. My lips hurt."

He placed a hand on his chest and leaned back, "Hailey Vaughn. How dare you paint me in such a color?"

"Why are you talking like an elder woman?"

He puffed his chest, "What type of man do you think I am?"

"Man?" 

"I'm raised much more gentlemen-y than that!" 

"Gentlemen-y? Is that even a real world?"

"I was going to say. We can study."

I cannot believe he ignored all my questions. 

"Oh, of course. Study." 

I know better than to re-address those questions. That part of his personality is the same as Crystal. If he choose to ignore it, no one can say otherwise. 

I got up from the desk and made my way towards my backpack. I need to get away before things get too embarrassing. Both for him and myself. Steadily, I pulled out a book. I could feel it—his burning stare. I turned around and tapped my fingers against the hard surface. "Aren't you going to study?"

"Yeah," he responds. He grabbed his backpack from the side of the desk and unzipped it. I sat down as he pulled out the book. "So, you like kissing me that much, huh?"

"N-No!" Even I can hear the hesitation in my voice. Josh grins. "I mean, you're the only guy I've ever kissed, so how am I supposed to know whether or not you're a good kisser?"

He scoots closer, "I'm not asking whether or not I'm a good kisser. I'm asking if you like kissing me."

I move back, "There's a difference?"

Josh nods.

"What's the difference?"

His eyes went towards the ceiling. "For example, even if I am a good kisser. It doesn't necessarily mean the person I'm kissing likes to kiss me."

"Oh, yes. Of course, you would know." I turn to my side. Then, the realization arrives. I allowed my jealous side to take over. I turned my head further to the side to prevent him from seeing my face. 

I didn't hear anything from Josh, so I turned back. Then, without a single warning, he kissed me. My eyes widened at the sudden attack.

He breaks the kiss and tilts his head towards my ear. "I like kissing you."

"It's not weird?" I ask.

He moves his face towards mine. "What if I said it didn't feel weird."

I swallowed eagerly as his hands made their way down my back. He said it didn't feel weird.

The door opened from behind us, and I stumbled out of the desk. "Why are you two here?" A teacher asks.

"Run," Josh whispered. He grabbed both of our backpacks and leaped out of the window. He must be part ninja.

"I'm sorry!" I ran after Josh and jumped out of the window. It was the worst decision I ever made. My shoe stuck against the edge, and I fell on my face. I cried lightly at the pain. I don't know why I followed Josh.

Josh came back and grabbed my wrist, tugging me somewhere while the teacher screams at us.

"J-Josh."

He continues to run.

"J-Josh."

I'm not feeling well.

"Josh!"

Once we reach the bleachers, Josh stops. He turns around, "What-" he stops talking. "You're bleeding!"