"Do you hear yourself right now? Me liking Kiara? You sound stupid," I laugh.
"Sweetie. You just haven't come out of the closet."
"Come out of what closet?!" I whisper-yell.
"Oh, don't be so stubborn. Come on, admit you like Kiara," She leans in.
I launch my soda toward the table and aggressively whisper, "I don't! I swear I don't want Kiara!"
She smirks and lays back in her chair. "Why so offended?"
Why am I so offended?
"I don't know. What I do know is that I don't like Kiara."
"Oh yeah? Prove it," she says modestly.
The fuck? How am I supposed to prove it to her?
"I dare you to kiss Dylan," she challenges.
"W- what? Why?" I stutter.
"Why not?"
Her looks of mischief make me want to go over to her and choke her.
But why am I so enraged at her schemes?
I ultimately give in. "Fine," I shake my head. "I'll do it."
I glance across the room. Dylan's around a group of his friends from the football team. I take a long breath, then courageously walk up to Dylan from and grab him by his hand.
"What's wrong?" he questions worriedly.
Without saying a word, I leave the dorm room and shut the door. I steer him into the hall and merely smile at him, before gently leaning in and touching my lips among his.
He seems startled at first and then finally realizes what's going on.
His body unwinds, and his hands gradually begin getting more comfortable and start exploring my body.
Once I eventually let go, his look of pleasure and the glistening of his eyes gave away how he felt about me.
"I- I liked that," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, so did I."
I think.
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The Girl Next Dorm (gxg)
Teen FictionIt was basketball athlete Rachel Rodriguez's first year at Bridgewater Academy. Her dorm is right next to Kiara Rivera's, AKA the most popular girl in school. Her and her high school sweetheart, Jayden, seemed like they were going to be together for...
