Confusing Choices

Chapter 3

-Kizami-

I thought about it more and more.
I just met the guy and it was accidental... Maybe I was over thinking it. I checked my phone because I felt it vibrate. It was Aisha again. "Maybe I should just tell her about my feelings..." I say out loud to myself and felt a tap on my shoulder. "May I ask why you would break up with me so sudden? It had only been thirty-six hours and you just say no to me like that, Kizami?!" I sighed and all I managed to say was 'sorry'. "Sorry my ass!" Her eyes teared up. Maybe I am gay, and I'll accept that; but how will she? I don't want to over think it again... But Misaki seems sweet- Stop it Kizami!! "Aisha can we talk about it later? We have classes still."

"I'm on spare..." She crossed her arms. "I want you to be at my cheerleading practice after school... Please." She stuttered and her eyes were sad. I gave in...God..."Yeah, sure." I walked away and tried finding Misaki again to comfort him... Again...Damn I hate big schools! I want to find him immediately, but...

Darren's POV

"Hey, Misaki, you seem pretty tense... Y'alright?" I waved my hand in front of him as he stared off into space. I managed to snap him out of his little trance. "Sorry? Were you talking to me?"
That was a bit cute; him being so clueless. I laughed a bit. "Yeah, I was. After your PE, you seem all shaky. Look, I know it's strange being in a new school and all- this is my third high school in a year actually..." His eyes widened through his small framed glasses. He believed me, and that was a first. Out of anybody, he is the first to actually- you get the idea... He nodded and smiled. "So... Umm, art?" I smile and slip my palette out of my bag a tiny bit. "Ready!" I grin and we made it to class together. The halls were empty and I felt fidgety around him. I'm so impatient... Before he stepped into the class I tug on Misaki's turtleneck and pull him back in front of me.

Misaki's POV

Darren looked at me with wide eyes. "Wh-what's is it?" Suddenly my back is up against the wall. "Da- Darren is some-" my question was then cut off with his lips on mine.

My cheeks... They burn.