"Why are you looking at me like that?" I snap. Tanner's eyes pierce through me just like a needle. I can almost feel physical pain from it.
I never knew that it was possible to hate a human being so passionately. Unfortunately for me, my brother was his best friend. I saw him almost every single day.
Since it was the summer, Tanner was invited by my brother to come and stay for awhile... To do "guy things" my brother informed me. Whatever that means.
"Sorry, I don't know how to casually look at someone so ugly." He blankly stares at my face and I feel as if I could slap him a thousand times and it still wouldn't be satisfying.
I've thought back to when we first met until today and I cannot think of one moment where I did something to hurt him. I've never said anything mean to him or behind his back. But now, of course, it's different.
"Why can't you just go home?" My eyebrows furrow together out of pure confusion.
If I'm such an ugly person to look at, why can't he just leave me alone? He has already been here for two weeks. I think that's long enough.
"I can't make fun of your face when I'm at home." He smirks his evil smile.
For whatever reason during that moment, I completely broke down. Tears stream down from my eyes and I run up the stairs and into my room.
As I enter my room, I hear my brother return from making popcorn in the kitchen.
"Where's (Y/N)?" He asks with his mouth half-full of popcorn.
"She started crying for no reason and ran upstairs." I hear silence, but then Tanner continues. "I'll go fix it." He sighs.
I eventually hear faint breathing at my door while my face is shoved in my pillow. The door closes and I feel my bed shift downwards a few inches.
"Leave me alone!" I cry.
"(Y/N), I'm sorry." He apologizes, placing one hand on my back.
Wait, what?
An actual apology? From Tanner Pearson?
I must be dreaming.
"I-I, um, I haven't been... Completely honest with you." He tells me.
My curiosity gets the best of me and I turn onto my right side to face him. I wipe the stained mascara from under my eyes and watch him intently.
I was expecting him to come and spit out another sarcastic, rude remark.
"What is it?" My voice is soft, but crackly from my tears.
"I don't mean to—I mean, um..." He clears his throat. "The only reason that I'm, uh."
"Tanner if you don't tell me whats wrong then I'll—"
"Okay! I'll tell you, I just need some time to think about how to say it."
"Wake me up when you figure it out." I roll my eyes and lay back on my stomach.
"Maybe instead of telling you, I can show you." He suggests.
I look back at him in confusion, but with more worry than anything.
"Here, um, sit up." He instructs me.
"You better not do anything, I swear I'll—"
"Stop it, (Y/N)." He laughs at me.
I think that was the first time that he has ever laughed with me. He has always laughed at me, but not with me.
"I'm scared." I admit to him.
"Don't be." He smiles. "Close your eyes." He says softly.
I start to laugh nervously, but I follow his instructions.
The room becomes so silent, it's almost eerie. Imagine a graveyard in the middle of the night, only the sound of your breathing obvious in the darkness.
I become shaky and suddenly, it strikes me what he might be doing. As soon as the thought crosses my mind, I feel his lips touch mine.
His lips are so soft, it's like nothing I've ever felt before. All of the anger that had filled me just minutes ago has now been wiped away with a single kiss.
He pulls away before I could even imagine it ending. He has left me breathless, and in a state of mind that I have never been stuck in before.
"I didn't know how to express myself to you. I thought that maybe if I constantly made fun of you, it would be possible to hide my feelings from you forever."
I'm still trying to catch my breath from his kiss. He literally took my breath away.
All I can do is smile at him. I want his lips on mine again, and as soon as possible.
"I forgive you." I accept his pre-kiss apology.
How could I not accept it?
He flashes me one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen. He pulls me into his arms and places a kiss on my forehead.
"Oh, and for the record— I think you have the prettiest face in the entire world."
