I'm Just Me

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I jabbed my fists on his stomach as hard as I could, which seemed to just cause him to laugh.

"I thought my punches were pretty hard," I gritted my teeth in frustration.

"Well first of all tighten your fist; you're gonna break your fingers."

I squinted my eyes, "I don't want to know how to punch."

Blake groaned and began searching for a movie. I knew I wouldn't be able to get the remote so I just decided to plop back down on the couch in surrender.

And do you know what we did all night?

We argued on the couch and didn't watch one bit of tv.

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My eyelashes gently fluttered open but was covered with something heavy. When I pushed it off, Blake's face met with mine and we were very close to kissing each other. But I didn't move. One, because his body was on top of me so it was physically impossible for me to adjust myself. And two, because of his innocent face. He looked like a different person and it mesmerized me.

I reached my hand up to touch his face.

Don't judge me.

I gently went across his eyelashes with my index finger. Then I rubbed his plump lips for a second before moving on to his dark brown locks. His hair was extremely soft like you'd expect a cloud to feel. And it smelled nice as well. Soon enough, I was beginning to get a tiny bit carried away as I started forgetting about the boy in his slumber.

"What the hell are you doing?" He chuckled with his hot morning breath caressing my face, interrupting me as I was making my fifth braid in his hair.

His eyes were still closed shut and that made me wonder how long he's been awake.

"H-how long have you been up?" I croaked.

He slowly opened his eyes, "Since you began exploring my face."

That had to have been almost half an hour ago!

"Oh."

"Well what exactly were you doing? He questioned with a slight smirk.

I cleared my throat for an extended amount of time so I could prepare a believable answer to him.

"What was I doing?"

"Um, stroking my face; playing with it," he responded.

"I don't," I cleared my throat again, "recall that."

He furrowed his eyebrows and his hand reached over to my face.

"You don't recall, this," he gently stroked my lips causing me to swallow a lump in my throat. "Or this?" His hand moved up to my wild, curly hair. He ran his fingers through it occasionally getting caught in some knots.

"Um, no," I replied, slightly cringing at how small my voice sounded.

Blake led my chin closer to him and in a split second, his lips were in contact with mine. In result, my eyes shot open revealing my high amount of shock. Even though I was shocked, I moved my lips along with his in sync. We didn't stop for air for a surprisingly long amount of time.

When we did release our lips from each other I was panting slightly.

"You kissed back!" He yelled, as he squeezed my cheeks.

I couldn't mutter a word. I kissed him back. I kissed Blake Anderson back. But why?

Well that's another secret I'll be keeping from Jai.

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IM SORRY!!!!

It's hard to post stories with school on the way. I have to write a freakin 4 paragraph essay for Monday and the paragraphs have to have 8-10 sentences in them.

I'm also sorry if this chapter sucks. But it's pretty important to the story.

thanks for reading!!!

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