Kissing Booth [BoyxBoy] - Chapter 25: Chapter 25

Jamie Myers
He said it. The L word. The four letter word that need not to be spoken unless in extremely extreme conditions. We were way too early in our relationship to start thinking about the L word, but it seemed as though Scar didn't get the memo because he told me he loved me. He loved me.
How was I supposed to respond to that? I had never been in a relationship before, let alone, loved someone before. I loved my parents and Jillian, but they were different because they didn't have pale green eyes, shaggy brown hair, and a cute little smile. They weren't Scar.
I didn't know how he could use the word so easily, like it was no big deal. Maybe it wasn't, because he thought he loved Francesca too. Maybe this was normal. Maybe loving someone was something people did on a regular day basis. Even then, I still couldn't find myself reciprocating those feelings. I liked Scar, a lot, but love?
It was safe to say that I had been keeping myself distant from Scar because of the whole dilemma with the L word and everything. Maybe it was stupid of me, since everyone claimed to love someone after sex because sex blinds you in that way. But I still felt uncomfortable being around Scar, so I tried to stay away from him as much as I could - which was awfully hard since we shared the same house.
But tonight, I couldn't avoid him because he invited me to go to Trey's New Year's Eve party. Saying no would make me look bad and cause Scar to ask questions that I didn't want to answer, so I decided to suck it up and go with him. Maybe if I acted like he didn't say those three words to me, then we'd be okay.
I turned the house key that Scar gave to me into the lock and swung the front door open, making sure to slide the key necklace back around my neck. The house was eerily silent, which led me to believe that Mrs. Patterson took a trip down to the bar to celebrate the upcoming new year, and Jillian took Amy somewhere that Scar would never approve of. He would never understand it, but Jillian was only trying to show Amy a good time instead of having her in the house and brooding over life.
The minute I stepped into Scar's bedroom, my jaw dropped.
He was sitting on the floor with his back propped up against the edge of his bed and his eyes were glued to the TV. It would've been a normal scene, if it was under different circumstances, but the TV screen was filled with plenty of naked men and a series of moans erupted from the TV speakers.
"What are you doing?" I questioned as I inched my way into the bedroom.
Scar's attention instantly snapped to mine and his lips curled into a sloppy smile. "You're back early."
"Yeah, I didn't have to steal anything this time. I just had to fix up some of the old cars." My attention was still fixed on the scene unfolding in front of me. Why was he watching gay porn?
Scar nodded as he returned his gaze to the TV screen. "Did he keep his hands to himself?"
"Yes." I glanced down at the loose fitting jeans he was wearing, and I could see that he wasn't hard - not that I expected him to be. So, why was he watching gay porn? "Uh, Scar, what are you ... What are you watching?"
"Porn," he said simply, shrugging his shoulders.
"Yeah, I can ... I can see that. I mean, why are you watching porn?"
"Thought it'd be interesting," he replied with another careless shrug. "How do they get like three dicks in there? Is that even possible?" He asked all of a sudden with his brows pulled into a line.
I took another quick glimpse at the TV, and I felt my jeans tightening as a result. "Turn that off."
"Why?"
"Because."
He narrowed his gaze. "Because?"
"Because I said so!" It came out as a shout, but I didn't intend it to.
Scar blinked. "Damn, someone's on their period." He scrambled for the remote and shut the TV off with one click. "Dude, you okay?"
I plopped down on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling with my hands clasped over my mouth. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
I must've been not so convincing because before I knew it, Scar was crawling on top of me and running his tongue along the side of my neck. "So I've been thinking..." He kissed my cheek, "... How about we do a quick one before the party?" His hands began to roam along the rim of my jeans and I knew I was already getting excited by the simple gesture, but I couldn't give in so easily.
"Scar," I groaned as I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed him away. "Stop it."
He seemed to not take me seriously because he dove into the crook of my neck and traced his hands along my arms until they intertwined with mine, pinning them up above my head. "Five minutes," he mumbled in between kisses. "Just give me five minutes."
As much as my brain was screaming to allow Scar to do whatever he pleased with my body, I couldn't allow him to. Not when my mind was flooded with thoughts of Scar being way more into the relationship than I was. But it was as though my body didn't care about what I thought, because I could already feel shivers run down my spine when Scar slipped his cold hands under my shirt.
I heard the door slam open and it was soon followed by Amy's feathery voice. "Oh my gosh. I didn't know you guys were ... I'm sorry ..."
I took this as my opportunity to tear myself out of Scar's hold and sit upright on the bed, looking at Amy with grateful eyes. "Amy!" I nearly yelled at the top of my lungs. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you!"
Her brows furrowed in confusion. "You are?"
Scar was still running his hands up my thighs, and in a desperate attempt to escape him, I bolted out of my seat and stood to my full height. "Yeah, what's up? You need something?"
Her pale grey eyes shifted between Scar and me. "No, it's okay. If you guys are busy, then it can just wait. I don't want to interrupt whatever you're doing."
"Yes," Scar spat with a dry, bitter tone as he reached for my arms and attempted to pull me back onto his lap. "Fuck off, Amy. We're doing something."
Amy's eyes widened at that instant and a string of apologies fell from her tongue. I hated how Amy was so passive when it came to Scar. Whatever he says, goes, and Amy never found the need to go against that.
She turned to exit the room, and I charged after her while completely blocking out all of Scar's inquiries. She had already begun to run down the stairs, but I grabbed her wrist to keep her in place. "Amy," I said in a gentle voice. "Amy, are you okay?"
She turned away from me and slapped a hand on her face to conceal herself. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Amy," I said sternly. "Look at me."
She was hesitant for a moment or two, but eventually she brought her bright, puffy eyes to mine. The tears didn't fall yet, but I knew they were coming. "Please don't make fun of me," she begged.
I raised a brow. "Amy, I'm not going to make fun of you. I would never do that."
She narrowed her eyes into slits. "Why not? Everyone else does it!"
I titled my head to the side, suddenly becoming interested in the subject. "What do you mean?" I questioned her. "Amy, what's wrong?"
She wiped away her tears with the back of his hand and sniffled roughly. "Jillian's boyfriend called me a fat pig and said that I would never get a boyfriend because of my weight."
I could already feel my blood rising in my veins. Involuntarily, my hands balled into fists and I clenched my jaw. "That, asshole," I said through gritted teeth. "I knew there was something off about him. Where's Jill?"
She shrugged. "He took her somewhere and he dropped me home because he said I couldn't come."
Before I even realized it, I was already reaching for my phone and punching in Jillian's number. "And you're telling me that Jill didn't do anything to set him straight?" I refused to believe that my sister would allow Blake to insult Amy. They had grown a strong friendship over the course of these couple weeks and I knew Jillian was always looking out for her.
"She doesn't know," Amy spoke softly,"and please don't tell her. She really likes him."
I twisted my face in disgust. "She can't like him that much because she's only known him for a week."
Amy's eyes lit up with excitement as she motioned towards Scar's bedroom. "He's only known you for a month, and he's already in love with you."
I tried not to flinch at the sound of the L word, but I failed miserably. "How would you know that?"
She reached out and grabbed the customized key attached to my necklace and twirled it around her finger, admiring its beauty and smiling as she did so. "He got you this," she began. "It's practically asking you to marry him."
Oh, great. Now we were already talking about marriage?
She smiled a soft and almost forced smile. "I'm really glad he's with you, you know. You bring out the best in him. He's not like how he used to be, and that's a good thing."
Not only did being with Scar change him, it also changed me. Before getting to know him, I would have jumped at the thought of going to the gay club, hooking up with multiple guys and not expecting anything more than sex from them.
With Scar, I wanted more. I wanted to talk to him for hours on end, cuddle until it hurt, and kiss him like my life depended on it. All of that would've been absolutely fine if he didn't ruin it by letting the L word slip.
Amy giggled to herself, which made me snap my attention to her. "You want to know something?" When I nodded, she continued, "When you kissed me that one time at the kissing booth, it was the best moment of my life. I'll admit that I kinda developed a little crush on you, but I found out you were gay and everything..."
I pressed my lips together. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, I know," she laughed along. "I thought that, maybe, you'd be that one guy who told me I was beautiful everyday and made Scar stop saying all those mean things about me. I actually thought you were really cute, but knowing you're gay and interested in my brother was sort of a turn off."
I grabbed her hands in mine and stared into her grey eyes. "I may be gay, but I still think you're beautiful, Amy. I can tell you that everyday, if you want. If I was straight, then you know you would be my first choice. It's just that I happen to be attracted to dick, and that's something you don't have."
She thought it over for a moment. "Fair enough."
"You're gonna find someone, Amy, and he's going to love you despite your size, despite your skin color, and despite your imperfections. I can promise you that."
Her lips curled into a sweet smile and she threw her arms around my neck, enclosing me in a tight hug. "God, you're so amazing, Jamie. Why can't everyone be like you?"
I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face into her curly hair. "Because if that ever happened, the world would be too fabulous," I said jokingly.
After I finished giving Amy a pep talk and reassuring her that everything would be fine, I was forced to endure Scar's overly sexual emotions again. Had our relationship been under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have been bothered by his attempts to make a move on me.
My hesitation to go along with his flirty invitations must have been pretty damn obvious, because when we got into his Jeep later that night, he brought it up. "Jamie, are you okay?" He questioned me as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Did I do something?"
I wanted to laugh at him for being so damn stupid. He always thought everything that happened between us was his fault, and in this case, it was. But it wasn't like I could tell him that I was mad at him for throwing the L word around so effortlessly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't I look fine?"
His lips twitched into a small smile. "You look more than fine, but I don't know ... You just seem caught up in your thoughts lately."
Caught up in my thoughts were the accurate words to use, because I had never listened to myself think so much in my life. "I'm fine, Scar."
His worried gaze lingered on me for a moment before he decided to let it go. "Okay, well, this party is going to be epic. I can just feel it. Trey invited a bunch of hot girls from Evergreen Valley, and you know how slutty they are." He sent me a look that told me I should know how slutty Evergreen Valley girls were.
I folded my arms against my chest. "I don't see why slutty Evergreen Valley girls should concern you."
His eyes widened. "They don't! God, no. I mean they're hot and stuff, but they're not you. I was just saying.."
I laughed. "I'm kidding, Patterson."
When we finally arrived at Trey's house, it was already packed with parked cars lining the streets and a reasonable amount of people hanging around on his front lawn, conversing with each other. Loud music blasted through speakers inside of the house which would most likely result in angry neighbors. But Trey didn't care, because Trey had money. His mom was a lawyer and his dad was an executive CEO. If anyone complained, then I'm sure his parents would find a way to sue them.
Scar and I walked to the front door hand in hand. I could sense the lingering stares and curious glances being sent our way, but Scar didn't seem to mind. Normally, I wouldn't have minded either, but that was before I realized that this relationship was more than I thought it was.
The inside of Trey's house was even worse than the outside. The loud music had become almost unbearable as the beat of the song matched the loud, rapid beating of my heart. Bodies were pressed against each other, bumping and grinding and doing other things that probably wasn't recommended for a high school student to do. Red plastic cups were clutched tightly in almost everybody's hands, and it was obvious that they weren't drinking fruit punch.
What a way to end the year.
Scar leaned over to my ear. "I'm gonna get us something to drink!" He yelled so he could be heard over the loud music. "Stay here, okay?"
I didn't bother to strain my voice in a desperate attempt to fight against the music, so I just nodded. Soon enough, his body disappeared into the mass of other teenage bodies and I was left alone in the midst of drunk teenagers.
It wasn't how I imagined to spend my New Year's Eve, but it was better than staying at home and contemplating the reasons why Scar supposedly "loved" me.
It wasn't long before I felt a pair of strong hands grip my shoulders. I fully expected it to be Scar with our drinks, but when I whipped around I saw Trey standing there with a baseball cap pulled over his head and an anything-but-comforting smile. "Hey!" He shouted. "Where's Patterson?"
"He went to get us some drinks," I yelled back.
His eyebrows shot up and he nodded. He still hadn't removed his hands from my shoulders, and I didn't like this "kind" gesture at all. "I didn't think you would show," he told me.
My brows knitted together. "What do you mean?" This was probably the only real conversation I had with Trey. I never liked him in the first place and I'm pretty sure he knew that, so why was he talking to me?
Trey shrugged carelessly and adjusted his baseball cap. "Scar kept talking about how you were avoiding him lately." His lips pulled back into a smug grin. "What's the matter? Was his dick too big for you?"
Scar mentioned that him and Trey were on good terms now, but that shouldn't have been a reason for him to share our sex life with Trey. "No," I spat. "Let's just not talk about this."
Trey shrugged and waved his red cup in my face before taking a sip from it. "Whatever you say, dude. Just don't break his heart, or else this whole gay stunt would be all for nothing."
I narrowed my gaze at him and suppressed a sigh. "It's not a stunt, dick. And I might as well say the same thing for you, Mr. I-don't-like-gay-people-so-I'm-going-to-humiliate-my-best-friend."
He stared back at me with wild, dark eyes before he took another sip of his drink. "I ain't trying to start a fight with you, dude. All I'm saying is that you're really lucky to have him, so don't fuck it up."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I'm-" My words got caught in my throat when I realized what Trey had said. I gazed back at him with a skeptical look. "What did you just say?"
Trey raised a dark, bushy brow. "What?"
I studied him for a moment, my gaze narrowing by the second. It didn't succeed in making Trey intimidated, because he just stood there with a stupid blank look on his face as he waved his cup around, allowing the liquid to climb around the sides. "Whatever," I said, trying to get this conversation to come to an end.
But it was obvious Trey still had plenty more to say. "I broke up with her, you know. Francesca."
I nodded. "Good for you."
"I was so stupid for doing that to him," he muttered under his breath. It seemed as though he was talking to himself rather than me. "I don't know what made me do that. I didn't even like her."
I could already sense that Trey was diving way too deep into his feelings, and I didn't want him to talk to me about his problems. "Okay," I said, "sounds awesome. Now, if you don't mind ... I'm gonna go somewhere other than here? Okay? Okay." Without giving Trey the chance to respond, I flashed him a quick smile and squeezed my way through the crowd.
My original intent was to find Scar, but considering I'd never been in this house before, that was a pretty stupid idea. I should have stayed put, like he asked me to, but I didn't want to listen to Trey any longer. I already had to deal with Scar and his feelings, so there was no way I was going to stick around to hear Trey say things that he would regret later.
My body collided into an abnormally large and abnormally tall boy, almost making me collapse to the floor but he grabbed onto my arms to keep me steady. "Sorry 'bout that," he apologized in an abnormally deep voice.
He was a football player, but his name escaped my mind. "You're fine," I muttered and tried to push past him, but he blocked me.
"Hey, you're that kid. It's Shaun, right? You're dating Patterson."
I faked a smile. "Close. It's Jamie."
The fat boy smiled at me. "Yeah, I think Patterson was looking for you."
That raised my interest. "Oh, yeah?"
The body scratched the top of his head as he tried to recall the information. "Yeah, he told me if I saw you then I needed to tell you to meet him upstairs."
I glanced up at the banister on the top floor. "Upstairs?"
"Yeah." He nodded. "The first room on the right."
"Okay, um, thanks?" He nodded again as he finally moved out of my way. I pushed past him and headed toward the designated bedroom.
I knew nothing good would come out of being in a bedroom alone with Scar, but I also knew that Scar was a horrible drunk and I needed to stop him from doing anything stupid.
When I found the bedroom, I pushed the door open and strolled inside, taking in the sights of the made bed, the organized bookshelf, the clean floors and the refreshing smell of pine. "Patterson!" I called out as I stepped further into the room.
A figure jumped out of the adjoining bathroom, except it wasn't Scar.
"Jamie!" Max's high-pitch voice sounded. He was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs that tightly clung into the outline of his bulge. "Oh my gosh, Jamie-bear! I thought you weren't gonna show, but you did!"
I gave him a blank stare. "Max, what the hell are you doing?"
He advanced towards me and before I could stop him, he threw his arms around me and pressed his almost naked body against mine. "I've missed you so much, Jamie-bear."
I couldn't return the hug. "What are you doing?" I asked him.
"What do you mean?" He countered with a flirty smile when he pulled away. "One of those football players told me that you wanted to meet me here."
I released an inward sigh as I slapped a hand over my forehead in frustration. "God dammit," I spat under my breath before returning my attention to Max's dark curious eyes. "Those fuckers set us up. Where's Scar?"
Max's lips down turned into a pout. "Scar?" He questioned. "Seriously? I'm standing here in nothing but underwear and all you care about where your idiot boyfriend is?"
I was starting to think that there was something seriously wrong with Max. At first, I thought it was just a case of unrequited love, but this was something more. "Where is he?"
Max pressed his lips together and clenched his jaw tightly. "I don't know!" Immediately, I turned to leave but Max's hands wrapped tightly around my wrist, pulling me back. "Wait, no. Don't leave. You and I don't hang out anymore because you're always with him, and I feel like you don't like me..."
That's because I don't, I wanted to say. Our "friendship" only started because I noticed Max was being picked on for being gay. And me, being a gay male myself, decided to stand up for him. That didn't mean he had to latch himself onto me like a leech. "Max, let go of me," I ordered.
His eyes grew dark as he tightened his grasp on my wrist and used his other hand to pull down his briefs, only to fully expose himself to me. I forced my eyes to remain fixed on his face rather than venturing lower, but I failed. "Max," I said through clenched teeth, "put your clothes back on."
"No," he growled. "If I let you go, then you're just gonna leave and make out with him, which isn't fair! I've known you for way longer. He knows nothing about you!"
I felt myself snap and before I knew it, I was pinning Max against the nearest wall and snarling at him. "You know nothing about me! Did you know that my parents are dead and I live in a foster home? Did you know that me and my sister get physically abused by our foster parent? Did you know that I steal cars for a living just so I could get myself out of place? Did you know that Scar is the most amazing person that I've ever met for letting me move in with him? Did you know that he's the only reason why I'm able to wake up in the morning with a smile on my face?"
Max swallowed a lump in his throat and stared back at me with wide eyes.
"No, you don't know any of that, because you don't know me!" I shouted at the top of lungs. "Stop acting like you do, and leave me the hell alone!"
Tears welled in his eyes and his bottom lip began to quiver. "Jamie..."
I released my hold on him and began to pace around the room while pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. "I tried to be friends with you, but that's obviously not enough for you," I spat dryly.
Max shook his head and grabbed onto my arm again. "No, it's enough! I'm sorry, Jamie-bear!" His arms snaked around my waist as he buried his face into my chest. He hugged me tight, and I was slightly peeved by the way his dick was rubbing against my thigh.
"Okay," I told him while simultaneously trying to escape his embrace. I had just grabbed into the doorknob and was about to rush out of the room, but it was clear that Max wasn't going to let go of me anytime soon. "Dude."
"Please, don't leave!" He protested. "We can just talk and I won't do anything, I promise."
"I'm not talking to you if your dick is hanging out."
"Okay, I'll put some clothes on, but please don't leave!" He practically cried as his grip on my arms tightened. I was starting to think something was seriously wrong and all I wanted to do was find Scar and make sure he was okay.
I yanked my hand out of Max's hold and stared back at him with bewildered eyes. "Max, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"You have to stay," he pleaded. "If you don't, then they'll give me a swirly and I don't want another swirly, Jamie." His dark colored eyes gleamed with fear; the same fear I saw in his eyes when I first met him.
"Who's they?" I inquired.
Max finally released me and collapsed onto the floor in complete hysteria. He rolled onto his side and began to drown himself in his own tears.
Growing impatient, I knelt down to the floor beside him and shamelessly took a peek at his ass. "Max," I demanded. "What's going on?"
He buried his head in his arms. "The football players told me to distract you, so they could..." He sat up abruptly and fisted his hands into the collar of my shirt, his pleading gaze burning into mine. "Jamie, I didn't want to do it, but I finally got them to stop bullying me. I don't wanna go back to that. Please don't be mad, Jamie, I-"
I raised a hand to silence him. "They wanted you to distract me so they could do what?"
Max shook his head. "I don't know! It had something to do with Scar, but they didn't say."
As soon as I heard Scar's name, my eyes fluttered shut and I groaned loudly. "Shit!" Standing to my feet again and bursting through the door while ignoring Max's pleas, I charged out of the bedroom and immersed myself in the midst of sweaty bodies and loud music.
I was determined to find Scar to save him from whatever torment they were going to put him through. My eyes scanned the crowd every so often in search for the brown-haired boy, and my heart nearly stopped in my chest when I saw Trey propped up against a wall with a red cup in hand.
I stalked over to him, grabbed his shirt and pushed him against the wall. "Where is he?"
Trey's eyes widened in horror, but he was more concerned with his alcohol beverage in his hand. "What are you talking about?"
"Scar," I seethed. "Where is Scar?"
Trey blinked in astonishment, but he didn't respond which led me to believe that he knew exactly what I was referring to.
I shook him hard. "Where ... Is ... He?"
"The team took him outside," he blurted out in a slight stutter. "I swear I had nothing to do with it."
My brow quirked in skepticism. "Oh, yeah? Then why didn't you do something about it?"
His breath hitched in his throat as he tried to conjure up an excuse. It didn't matter, though, because any excuse he gave wouldn't be acceptable. "If I did, then my teammates would think I was a fag."
I wanted to punch him so hard and I was certain that I would, if I hadn't been so determined to find Scar. "So, you would rather your teammates hurt your best friend, than for them to find out that you're in love with him? God, you're so pathetic." I let go of him, deciding that he wasn't worth my time.
Trey's shocked expression still didn't falter. "H-how did y-you know t-that?"
"Takes one to know one," I retorted quickly. I should've suspected it sooner, considering that was one of the reasons why Trey gave up his friendship with Scar. He was too afraid to face his own feelings that he didn't want to accept Scar for being comfortable with his own.
"Don't tell him," Trey insisted.
I rolled my eyes. "I won't if you help me put an end to this."
Trey gave me a reluctant nod and together, we moved through the crowd until we arrived at the back door. We both looked at each other, as if confirming that we were in this together, and walked outside.
I had to strain my eyes to see what was going on, but I could already hear the snickers and laughter from the members of the football team. They were all huddled in a circle with Scar helplessly placed in the middle. They pushed and shoved him, laughing as they did so. I knew Scar was a pretty strong guy, but he wasn't strong enough to face the entire football team.
I noticed one jock wasn't wearing any pants and he was, in fact, waving his dick in front of Scar's face. "Ah, I bet you like that, huh?" He taunted. "You're such a cocksucker!"
His buddies laughed along with him as he continued to taunt Scar. Others were shoving him roughly and some even threw a couple punches. Scar didn't say a word, except for a few groans here and there.
Just watching this atrocity unfold was enough to bring tears to my eyes and I wasn't even the one who was being humiliated.
Trey gasped. "Oh, god."
Maybe we were way in over our heads, thinking that we could take down a group of muscular jocks. "I'm not in the mood to get my face punched into a pulp," I commented.
Trey stepped in front of me. "Don't worry about it. This is all my fault, so I'll fix it." He cleared his throat loudly, which successfully made heads turn to him. "What the hell are you guys doing?"
One of the jocks responded, "What are you talking about, Trey? We don't like this fag any more than you do. He needs to be taught a lesson."
"Scar got kicked off the team because he assaulted a girl. If Coach finds out about what you're doing, it'll be even worse for us," Trey reasoned with them. "Do you really want to risk that for a faggot?"
The same fat jock from earlier looked directly at me, then at Scar. "You defendin' him, Trey?"
Trey glanced over at his shoulder at me, then sighed. "I'm the captain of this team and as captain, I want you guys to leave Patterson alone."
The jocks stopped to converse among themselves, debating the issue. When they finally came to a consensus, the fat jock shoved Scar to the ground and kicked him in his side one last time. "Whatever," he spat as he and the other boys headed towards the house in a uniform fashion.
Once they were out of sight, Trey and I ran to Scar's side. I knelt down beside him and placed my hands on his face to keep his head from dangling to the side. His face was covered in dark purple bruises and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest at the possibility that Scar had to endure all this just because he "loved" me.
"You're such a mess, Scar," I breathed out in an elated whisper.
He blinked up at me and attempted to pull his lips into a smile, though it looked more like a grimace.
I heard chants coming from inside as everyone started to countdown to the new year.
10 ... 9 ...
"Shit," Trey said. "We're gonna miss it."
6 ... 5 ...
"No we're not," I countered, which was true. My New Year was wherever Scar was. It didn't matter if we weren't going to be able to see the ball drop, or cheer with everyone else. As long as I had him, then everything would be okay.
I hadn't even realized how much I cared about Scar, until tonight. And I knew whatever I was feeling inside had to be more than just a crush.
3 ... 2 ...
As soon as everyone erupted in screams and hollers, I pressed my lips gently against Scar's. I tasted the slight bitter taste of blood from his split lip, but I didn't care one bit.
When I pulled away, Scar let out a slight groan. "That hurt," he struggled to say.
I smiled at him. "Love hurts."