Prom Queen ⚢ [EDITING]

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"and your boyfriend pretends not to see her"

Camryn Sako was the most confusing girl I had ever met.

One minute, she was cursing herself for caring about my opinion, and the next, she was demanding me to kiss her in my closet. And now, here we were in another closet, passionately mouth-to-mouth yet again. I had no clue what she wanted from me, but there was one thing I did know among all of this—I was 100% down with whatever it was.

As long as I got to keep kissing her like this, I was game.

"Fuck." Her whisper was heavy within the kiss, and I couldn't tell if that was a this feels good fuck or a god i'm an idiot fuck, but either way, it was a blessing to hear it.

Soon, her fingers began digging into the skin of my arms, pulling me closer with every second we spent connected. Her breath warmed my throat with mint and her tongue danced flawlessly with mine; it was almost magic, the way she held me so hungrily.

I pressed my hand against her back and drew her even closer to me as our skin melted together and our hearts sang a blissful tune. This was what I'd been wanting—a moment like this with the girl who saw me as a human being.

What I didn't want was to be pushed off just as things started to get interesting.

"I'm an idiot." Camryn's voice quivered when she released herself from me. Well, I guess she answered that one for me.

I straightened the sleeves of my jacket as her breathing hitched and then forced itself out again and again.

"I can't believe I just cheated on Graham." Her hands wiped her face violently. "Again."

"I would hardly count the first one," I chimed in.

She didn't like that.

"I don't need your input." Her teeth had been grinding against each other so hard I almost wished she and I were in their place. No, I needed to stop thinking like that.

Oh, who was I kidding?

"Why do you always do this?" Camryn had asked, her voice sharpening and raising in volume. I glanced into her eyes, searching for any sense of humor because surely she wasn't blaming all of this on me.

Sure, I was the one who created that stupid house rule for seven minutes in heaven, but she didn't have to accept the swap. And yeah, I may have kissed her first but at least I apologized afterward and in advance. She was the one who kissed me back that night, and now she was the one who dragged me into a janitor's closet as if it's not obvious what high schoolers do in janitor's closets.