The New Girl

Chapter Eight

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“Please, let me.” He continues. “I know you don’t like me back, but I really like you. I don’t know if that fortune cookie is somehow correct or just extremely ironic—but I can relate to it.”

I start to fidget, nervous of what’s coming. He doesn’t say anything more, though. I feel Scott slide a hand under my chin. He turns my face toward him and our gazes collide. Impulsively, my eyes shut and my stomach twists with anticipation.

Then, sparks explode on my lips. 

Scott kisses me.

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Chapter Eight

(Scott’s POV)

I press my lips against hers and enjoy the sweet feel of her mouth on mine. I wait for her to resist, for her to push me back—but she doesn’t. Jordin slowly responds, kissing me back softly and easily. Daringly, I cup her cheek with one palm and put my other hand on the back of her neck. Jordin doesn’t move, she lets me hold her and just keeps her lips with mine.

A couple seconds later, Flame is the one to pull away. She moves her face away from mine and sits back in the seat, her back against the window. Her cheeks are flushed a beet red color and her beautiful brown eyes are slanted down, not meeting mine. Her innocent appearance makes me smile; she really is a one-of-a-kind girl.

I put a finger under her chin and lift her face up. Our eyes clash and I can see all of the repressed emotion buried in them. I can also see the pain, guilt, and heartbreak looming in them, too. Her teeth are ripping apart her bottom lip, chewing away furiously.

“Hey,” I gently pull her lip out of her teeth’s death grip. “Don’t do that.”

“I-I…” she stutters. “I’m sorry.”

“What, for biting your lip?” I raise an eyebrow.

“N-no, for ki-kissing…” Jordin trails off, embarrassed.

I chuckle lightly, stroking her pretty cheekbone with my thumb. “Don’t worry, I liked it.”

This makes her already rosy cheeks intensify with heat underneath my hand. Hey, I guess her hair isn’t the only reason I call her ‘Flame.’

“We should, uh, we sh—” She’s cut off by a sharp tapping on the window.

I look over Jordin’s shoulder and see a perfectly manicured nail scratching on the glass. Groaning, I turn on the engine of my car again and roll down the window. Jordin yelps as the glass slides down with her back still against it, and jumps back.

“Hey, Scott,” Chloe lowers her face so that she’s looking inside now. Her bleached blonde hair is falling around her face in curls, some of them dripping into her dangerous-looking grey eyes.

“Hi, Chloe,” I mutter.

“Hello…Jessica,” Chloe briefly turns her attention to Jordin and then averts it back to me.

“Her name is Jordin.” I tell her firmly.

She sighs. “Yes, whatever. Now, what were you doing?”