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I sit outside the side of the school, my back to the brick wall curled up on myself. I probably look like an idiot. I am an idiot. I’m an idiot for thinking Delilah would ever love me. Someone like me who is too naive to realize when someone doesn’t love them. Who would ever love me?
My body jerks when the bell rings, but I don’t get up. I don’t wanna get up. I just wanna sit here and wallow in self-pity and never leave.
“Do you know how hard it was to find you?” I hear a panting male’s voice chime in, breaking my thoughts. The side door to the school closes behind him. My eyes dart up to meet him and I freeze, not sure how to react. He was looking for me? Why does that bring such warmth to my chest?
“What? Have you never seen someone so dashingly handsome before?” Skeppy hums jokingly with a light smile as he sits next to me. I look away so he wouldn’t see my pink, snot-covered face. Not like he hasn’t already.
“What do you want?” I ask harshly, though my trembling voice doesn’t sound very threatening, “Are you just here to make fun of me?”
“No, of course not. Turn your face to me for a second,” Skeppy instructs casually, sounding a lot less demanding than usual. Almost sweet. I feel like I’m being led into a trap. Like a fly beckoned by the sweet insides of a venus fly trap.
“No,” I huff stubbornly, keeping my face turned away from him. There is no telling what he’ll do. He’s still the same Skeppy I’ve known all these years. The same Skeppy that pinned me to the lockers.
“Bad come on,” Skeppy whines in a begging tone, already making me think he’s been replaced with a clone, “Please?”
I can’t help but turn and look at him in shock. He has never said please to me. Ever. What he did next shocks me more.
Skeppy lightly cups my face with one hand, which makes me shrink away, so he stops. I stop too, letting him carefully cup my face once more. Then, he brings up his other hand, holding his sleeve to cover his thumb, and wipes away the tears and snot on my flushed face.
“Wha- what are you doing?” I stutter in a whisper, this moment feeling as if you shouldn’t talk, but the question came out before I could stop it.
“I don’t want your face to be all gross when I do this,” Skeppy states simply. Then suddenly leans forward, stopping halfway. He watches me carefully, his eyes flicking to my lips but then staring deep into my eyes, asking politely to kiss me. I let out a small breath and then hold it, my eyelids closing halfway. I lean in slightly back. That’s all he needs.
His lips are so soft and warm. They make me just lose track of everything and for a moment I stay just like that, my eyes fluttering shut. The whole world fades into darkness when my eyes close shut. Just the warmth of Skeppy’s lips, the soft breathes from Skeppy’s nose on my cheek, and the quivering of Skeppy’s lip with hesitation to move but also excitement for never stopping. It’s all just Skeppy. Once I snap out of Skeppy’s trance, I separate with light panting and just stare at him. My eyes are wide as my mind races to try and process what has happened.
Skeppy looks so proud of himself with that smile I love and hate the most, bright yet teasing and kind yet mischievous. He excitedly pulls up his sleeves and shows me his blank wrists, not haven even looked at it before showing me, as if he knew it would be gone. I had completely forgotten about it really. Skeppy kiss felt like centuries and soulmates met nothing in the vast time of warmth and slow yet fast movements. The kiss was too long and too short all at once and I’m not sure if I want more or if I want to run away. I slowly pull up my sleeves with anxious delight and there, on both of my wrists, is my blank pale skin. I swear I can see the vein in my wrist dancing with the hastened pounding of my heart.
I look back up at him with a shocked expression, not sure what to even think or do or feel. Before I can even think, Skeppy jumps on top of me, giggling gleefully like a moron and kissing me everywhere he can. I squirm and whine as I try in vain to push him off. Every kiss he gives me pulsates with heat. Then he stops, hovering above me with the biggest, brightest smile I’ve ever seen. A smile that burns into my memory and a smile that I never want to fade from Skeppy’s handsome, unbearable face. A smile that makes even a stubborn person like me smile right back. He leans in slowly, getting closer and closer and closer, and then…
“Let’s go,” He says suddenly, his lips a centimeter above mine, picking me up bridal style. He starts to carry me off the premises of the school.
“G-go? Go where? Where are you taking me?” I sputter out nervously, gripping onto Skeppy’s uniform tightly, my face burning from every kiss given. Every kiss is probably a deep red color, feeling burned permanently into my skin.
“We’re playing hooky today. And I’m gonna give you the best day of your life,” Skeppy explains happily, making me turn even redder if that is even possible.
“B-but wait, I’ve never s-skipped before. Th-this is bad,” I whimper nervously, not wanting to get in trouble.
“That’s the fun part. Now let’s have the time of our lives...soulmate,” Skeppy coos happily, and that was the end and the start of our crazy journey together. And I can't wait for what happens next.