Pretty

My cheeks turned beet red when Quinn said I was pretty.

I wanted to say something back to her ,but my throat was clogged like the cities pipes on a winter day. I couldn’t believe it she thinks I’m pretty. But, oh my gosh everyone heard her say that to me now they are gonna think we are a thing. My legs start shaking as I hear the kids around us chanting ,”**KISS, KISS,KISS.” **“Is this really happening,”I ask my self? **Oh my gosh it is. Quinn slowly pulled me by my waist closer to her. Her hands resting on my face and our lips almost touching. I can feel her hot breath on me. “Is she really going for it,” I ask myself? My eyes widen as I feel her kiss me passionately, but I can’t help but seep into the kiss. Oh my gosh did I really just do that? I did. Now everyone is gonna think we are a couple. I back away from the kiss. Quinn looks at me with a questioning look. Does Quinn think I didn’t like the kiss. Oh no she thinks I don’t like her. I pass out then and there after realizing that too speechless to do anything. **

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