A Whispered Kiss

Chapter Seven- Sophia

Chapter Seven- Sophia

"How?" was all my mom said after Daniel left.

"I don't know. It just happened. After Daniel kissed me I was only going to mouth the words but instead I whispered it."

"He kissed you?" she asked, forgetting for a moment what we were talking about.

My face turned different hues of pink and red as I nodded.

"Awww, my baby is growing up!" she exclaimed.

"Mom, please don't make a big deal about it."

"If it weren't a big deal then why are you blushing?"

"Because I like him." I muttered.

"What? I can't hear you." she teased with her hand cupping her ear.

"I like him. Happy?"

I scowled and looked away.

"Oh honey, I am only teasing you. Why don't I make us some hot chocolate and we can talk about your date."

"Okay, but can I change into my pjs first?"

She nodded. By the time it was over, it was midnight and my bed was the only thing on my mind.

When Monday morning rolled around, I had gotten used to talking. People were surprise when they heard me say something in the hallways. When I reached my locker, Daniel was already there with a single rose.

"Morning, Sophia. How was your weekend?"

"Fine. Yours?" I said after quickly kissing his cheek.

"The beginning was great but the rest was kind of boring."

He grinned and leaned in to kiss me. Before he could, a teacher cleared her throat.

"Miss Martinez, Mr. Molina, I think you should know that there is no PDA allowed in school."

It was our English teacher, Mrs. Williams, and she looked amused.

"Sorry." Daniel and I muttered.

Her amused look was replaced by a look of shock.

"How can you talk?"

"I don't know. Let's go, Daniel, before we're late."

I grabbed what I need from my locker and pulled him away.

The rest of the day was filled with shock looks from both teachers and students. By the end of the day I wanted to slap the next person who asked me how I had gotten my voice back.

"Hey, do you need a ride to your house?"

"Sure. Let me text my mom."

I quickly text my mom and shoved my stuff into my bag.

When I got home I saw a package on my front porch with my name scrawled on top with Sharpie. Looking for who it was from, I froze.

It was from my father.