McBrien POV
The rest of the drive back to Krys' house was silent and tense. Every red light we stopped at I would spend staring back and forth between her and the light. By the time we pulled into the drive the atmosphere in the car was suffocating and I couldn't wait until I could open my door. Krys strutted through the front door with Klaus close behind her.
"I think it would be better if we went to my house Klaus..." I said.
"I asked Krys to teach us about twirling" he managed through the accent.
"Can I speak with you in private, schweinhund" I spoke through clench teeth.
I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him closer to my car. The way he smiled said he already knew something happened and that made me angrier. I smack the side of his head and he chuckled.
"So how was it?" he asked
"Nothing happened!" I seethed.
"Don't lie to me, you kissed her" he retorted
"Yeah and it was a mistake"
"Was it bad?" he gasped
"No! she... they're...NEVERMIND"
"You're embarrassed about something, and it's clearly not the kiss" he said, concerned
"I passed out while they were treating her and she called me Johnny"
"I knew it couldn't have been that she was a bad kisser, those dolls lips. Essbar"
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Teen FictionArie, a 19 year old student at Salt Rock High School (Go Makos!), has found that Senior year Economics is going to be even more of a challenge than she originally thought. The anxieties of nearing adulthood begin to cause her to crash and burn, with...
