The Girl Unnoticed

32. Ooh, Feisty Girl

Note: The gif is Leighton in this chapter!

Chapter Thirty Two: Ooh, Feisty Girl

"You. Leighton Parker. I demand you to spill out every juicy detail about what happened between you and Jackson right now," Tiffany said, her blue eyes twinkling with anticipation while she repeatedly jabbed her pointer finger gently at my side. She knows that she's bugging me and she loves it, apparently.

I heaved a sigh and shut my locker before I faced her. I can feel my cheeks starting to warm. Should I tell her what really happened? If I told her, she's going to tease me for it for the whole week. Ugh.

She raised an eyebrow, waiting for a reply. I knew there was no escaping from this. I inhaled deeply. Okay, here goes nothing.

"Jackson kissed me."

At first, her baby blue eyes start to widen, making me worried if they're gonna pop out any sooner if she widens them any bigger. Then, something flashed in her eyes. Mischief. A big Cheshire cat smile slowly appeared on her face.

"Oh my God! Leighton!!!" she exclaimed a little too loudly and hugged me out of excitement. People around us started giving us weird looks so I shrugged her off quickly before she spent the whole hour squeezing me to death.

"Geez, Tiff. Way to make a scene," I mumbled as I readjusted the sling bag on my shoulder.

She, on the other hand, doesn't give a flying birdshit. "You kissed Jackson freaking-bad-boy McLean! For the 2nd effing time! How are you so calm?" she gushed.

I remembered exactly what happened to me after the kiss. I was far, far, far from calm. I spent the whole night staying up, thinking stupid questions like What is that for? Did my breath stink? Does he like me? Am I a bad kisser? Is this a game? Or worse, a bet? Does he even like me? Why would he even want to kiss me? Well, to put it simply, if calm was a blue sea, I was a freaking errupting volcano inside. Mostly, I kept thinking if he was playing some type of sick game.

"Let's not talk about that. Shall we?" I pleaded, hoping she'd understand.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion but I knew she would let me go this time.

"Fine. But we're not letting this go the next time if I hear any rumours about you dating Mr. Bad Boy," said Tiff.

I rolled my eyes at her. She's taking it too far, isn't she? "Please, the day you hear any rumors about that, I would be Taylor Swift. Because that's never gonna happen," I said.

She wagged her finger at me and shook her head as if she was an old wise teacher. "Well, well, Leighton. Don't judge too quickly. You never know what's gonna happen," she said, giving me a playful wink.

I groaned. "Whatever, Tiff. I need to go now before I'm late for English."

"Alright, Miss Parker. Or should I say, Mrs McLean?" she said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Oh god, this girl will never stop, will she?

I slapped her arm and she let out her evil laugh like a witch before she strut down the hallways, blowing me a playful kiss. I rolled my eyes at her and started heading towards my class. I was nearly going to be late, thanks to my ever-demanding and evil best friend.

I reached the outside of the classroom and I felt my heart pouding faster and faster. I'm going to see Jackson. I pushed the thought out of my head and stepped into the class, searching for a seat in the front rows but all of them were taken. I took the empty seat in one of the last rows. Ugh. I hate sitting in the back. Call me nerd or whatever, but front rows are the best as you can pay full attention to the teachers without any distractions of students chatting and goofing around in the back. Yep, I'm officially Nerdy Pants. Yay.