Raimondo's POV
Our lips accidentally touch. No, scratch that, because she deepened the kiss the next second.
I froze at that instant. Not because I was terrified of anything. It was far from that.
I froze because her lips surprisingly felt good against mine. Well, maybe too good.
Fuck, and she smelt so good too. She smelt like vanilla and marshmallow, and it was intoxicating.
I was lost in the moment. I wanted to forget everything and kiss her back.
But then my lower body reacted. Jezz, did my dick just twitch? Shit, the last thing I wanted right now was for her to add the word 'freak' to the name she has given me already.
So to avoid trouble before I fully got hard, I pushed her off of me.
"Did you just kiss me?" I yelped, still in a daze. "Erm, I didn't mean to," she says slowly while fidgeting with her fingers.
"Oh hell, you did. You just abused me," I yell as I brush my fingers through my hair, acting frustrated.
"What? "No, I didn't, you douche." She barks back defensively.
Great! She just gave me another name.
"Oh really? Then why did you kiss me?" I query.
I really hope she didn't feel my dick twitch earlier. Gosh, that would be so embarrassing.
"You know, actually I was just trying to check if you were gay or not," she goes on to say.
I just stared at her dumbfounded, with my mouth wide open in shock.
At this point, I really do think she's nuts because what the actual hell?
"What do you mean? Why would you even do that? Girl, are you ok?" I yelled back, clearly angry.
But I'm glad because at least that meant she didn't feel the twitch.
"What? Of course, I'm okay. And the fact that you did not return the kiss shows how gayish you are." She snaps back defensively.
Huh? This doesn't even make sense. If only she knew how much I wanted to hold her neck down and kiss her back.
"The heck? How am I gay? You just kissed me without my permission and expected me to give in? Miss you literally just abused me." I blurt out. "Well, I'm sorry, yeah. I was just…" she was saying but stopped halfway.
"Didn't know Miss Feisty here knew how to say sorry," I say, amused.
"Well, now you know.
"Besides, what were you trying to say? You were just what?" I enquire.
"Erm… nothing, nothing. Let's just forget about it, please," she pleads.
For her to even think I'm gay is actually crazy because I'm masculine enough.
"Right!" I agree.
If we kept talking about it, I'm sure it would just get worse.
"How about we go back to discussing how you're going to go about my ruined phone and MacBook?" I suggest.
"But it was a mistake. I didn't mean to," she exclaimed as she scratched her head.
She can't be serious right now. She must be joking, right?
"Still doesn't change the fact that they are damaged. And it was clearly your fault since you were the one who bumped into me," I insist.
She looks like she's in deep thought. I wonder what she's thinking about.
I just hope she doesn't try anything stupid again, or else I'm really going to lose it this time around.
I watch her keenly as I'm trying to know what she's up to.
"Are you just going to stand there and murmur to yourself all day?" I probe from where I'm seated on the floor.
"No, I'm just thinking, alright," was her response. "Oh my goodness!!! "What is that?" she exclaims in shock and fear all of a sudden as she points in the direction behind me.
It happened so fast, I didn't even think twice before turning my neck in fear to see what she was pointing at.
That's when I hear something dashing away. Two people actually. Seeing nothing behind me, I turn back only to see Miss Feisty running away as fast as she can while dragging her friend along.
"Hey, stop right there. You can't just run away. Come back here!" I yell at the top of my lungs, but she just looks back briefly without stopping.
Ugh, I can't believe I allowed her to fool me. I literally fell for her trick. Why did I even turn? I ask myself as I pull at my hair in frustration.
"No one has ever managed to get under my skin this much."
And I wonder what makes her think I can't find her if I want to. Or maybe she really doesn't know who I was, as she claimed. "Because it's the only thing that could possibly justify how she acted toward me just now."
I thought she was trying to throw herself at me initially, because that's what a lot of the female students around here do even after being ignored.
"I need to get back to my room and get my head straight."
"I had no idea my Sunday would suddenly spiral in the wrong direction."
"I fling open the door to my room, snatch the phone I'd abandoned like some poor excuse for a sidekick, and dial my driver. I need a new phone and a MacBook. Make it quick! I've already suffered enough today.'"
I have a lot of things to do. And my lessons for the week aren't even complete yet. "That devil of a woman just had to ruin my schedule like it was her life's mission."
"She gets under my skin so badly it's starting to push me past my breaking point."
Until her, I didn't know some people could be this annoying and hot-headed.
I wonder how her friend deals with or cops with her.
"I can't tolerate her, not even for a moment. Debt or not, I hope I don't cross paths with her anytime soon, because her presence alone threatens what's left of my self-control.
"But I'll fish her out later, once I've calmed down enough to pretend I'm not offended to my core. And enough to stop imagining dramatic revenge scenes." I wonder what department she's in.
I don't even know if she's a student here or not. But that doesn't even matter because if I want something, I have my ways of getting it.
"Maybe I should get some rest to cool off," I say to myself as I get up, ready to head for my bedroom.
But just then, I hear a very loud knock on my door.