The Player, The Cynic, The Cliché, and Her Spongebob Panties

I Have No Penis, So Don't Ask Me

 I SENSE A LOT OF HATE COMING FROM THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE IT'S HOW MANY MONTHS LATE. I AM REALLY, REALLY SORRY! I

I seriously cannot believe that I wasn't able to upload for a LOOOOOONG time. School got in the way. I'm really sorry. 

Well, I hope you like this chapter. It's probably a little sucky because I haven't written in a while. Don't forget to review and vote. Fan me, if you must. 

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  No, my eyes did not flutter open.

   It practically burst out of its sockets.

   Touching my lips, I backed hastily away from Logan and hysterically asked, "D-di-did you just kiss me?"

   He looked at me with a confused look. "What the hell are you talking about?"

   I just scoffed at his obviously fake façade and crossed my arms over my chest. "Oh, Jesus. Don't act like you're completely innocent. I felt you kiss my lips."

   He still looked at me innocently and then cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, really now? How did it feel?"

   I struggled to find the perfect words to describe that horrendous experience. “I-I don’t know. Why the fuck should I remember? All I remember is that it felt light, soft, ugh! I barely felt anything! That’s how it felt.”

   He just laughs at me.

   Starting to get irritated, I shout, “What is so funny?! You kissed me. Just admit it.”

   He reaches his hand out to touch my cheek and I pull away from his grasp. I swallow my saliva. “Wha-what are you doing?”

   He pulls my face close using the hold he has on my cheek. “I’m going to show you what happened while you were sleeping,” he says, huskily, into my ear.

   I just take a huge gulp of my saliva and lose all control of my body. He’s getting closer. I can already feel his breath on my lips.

   I close my eyes. Waiting for the impact on my lips. Instead, I feel my hair tickling my lips.

   Opening my eyes and spitting some of the hair out of my mouth, I see Logan laughing at me.

   “What?!” I yell at him.

   “Yeah. I didn’t kiss you. I’m guessing that light, soft feeling came from your hair brushing against your lips,” he tells me.

   I blush like mad. I shouldn’t be humiliated about something like this, but I basically thought he was going to kiss me and that humiliated me even more.

   I just put up a nonchalant face. “Well, okay, then. If you say so.”

   The rest of the night was just as awkward as the first time I ever went on a date with a guy.

   Very quiet. I could have dropped a pin and that would be the loudest thing you’d hear.

   I pretend to go to sleep on the other side of the couch, but I can feel Logan looking at me.

   Ignore him, I tell myself.

   A few hours later, the Carlisles come home, and Logan and I skedaddled home.

   Yes, I just used the word “skedaddle.”

      The next two weeks went by smoothly, which was a shock for me.