Teenage Dirtbag
Chapter Seven
I smiled and followed her up the street to her house.
She opened the door and led me straight to the bathroom.
“Who do you live with?” I asked Chloe.
“My brother,” she said. “My parents died when I was younger.”
She said it like it was nothing. She said it like everyone’s parents were dead.
“Oh,” I said quietly as she wet a rag.
“Take off your shirt,” she said. “I’ll put it in the wash.”
I looked down to find my shirt had some blood and dirt on it. I slipped it off and she took it from me.
“I’ll be back in a second,” she said. “Just put some pressure on your nose and I’ll clean it off after.”
I did as she told me to, and after a few minutes she came back. She took the rag from me and wet it again. My nose wasn’t bleeding as much as before, but there was dry blood on my upper lip.
“Of all people,” she said quietly, more to herself than me. “You are the one who throws a punch at Harry Styles for me.”
“Huh?” I asked.
“Oh, sorry,” she said, snapping back to Earth. “Just talking to myself.”
Her face was close to mine. Her face was very close to mine. I was watching her hands, but I had a feeling she was watching my eyes. I looked at hers, and I was right. She was already looking at mine.
“You’ve got pretty eyes, you know,” she said sincerely, dabbing away some dry blood from my nose.
“Thanks,” I said awkwardly. “What color are yours?”
“Beats me,” she chuckled, focusing back on cleaning my nose. “Most times they’re green. Sometimes they’re blue green, other time they’re hazel.”
I smiled and she moved the rag away.
“I think that should do it,” she said. “It’s not bleeding anymore and there are only some little red stains on your skin.”
“It’s cos I’m pale,” I laughed and she chuckled.
“You’re not that bad,” she said.
I laughed. “See? I’m not that bad. That still means I’m pale.”
She laughed and I smiled. Her face was still close to mine. She was leaning over the toilet seat and patching up a cut I had on my forehead from hitting a rock when I fell. She looked into my eyes and smiled.
“Yeah?” I asked.
Her face got closer to mine. Then she stopped, and only moved her lips.
“Can I?” she asked quietly.
“I’ve only been waiting six years,” I said, putting my hands on her cheeks and crashing her lips onto mine.
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