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It took a while for things between PJ and Hazel to be normal again after the kiss.
Every time the two saw each other, Hazel would get all shy and play with her thumbs and stand like a lost child in the supermarket who didn’t know where to go. Meanwhile, PJ would be stealing glances at her every chance she got, gnawing on her lip as she thought back to just how good their kiss felt.
But regardless of how good it was, it was a one time thing. PJ was still PJ and Hazel was still Hazel.
And when things finally got back to normal, PJ didn’t want to risk that. So…she stopped gazing so much, and stopped pretending that Hazel was being weird around her.
And it worked. To an extent.
“Come on, pleaseeee. I’ll owe you forever.” Stella-Rebecca pleaded in a whine as she and the others waited for Mr. G to show up.
“Forget it. We can’t.” Josie protested. “Mr. G finally trusts us again after everything that went down, I’m not stealing the quiz answers.”
“Not all of us are gifted and brilliant, Josie.” PJ huffed.
Josie shook her head. “It’s still wrong. We could get in trouble and-“
Isabel set her hand over Josie’s and batted her eye lashes, pouting. “Please Josie…just this once?”
“Whatever you want, m’lady.” Josie said dumbly, all voice of reason completely gone from her brain when Isabel touched her hand.
Hazel snorted. “Great, you’re all in agreement. But how are you gonna get the quiz answers to everyone? What if Mr. G shows up?”
PJ glanced at the door, contemplating.
Maybe…if they just had a small…
She grinned. “Hazel, we need a distraction.”
Now, when PJ said that with confidence, she thought Hazel would understand that distraction was very clearly the code word for bomb.
Apparently that was not clear. Not anymore. Because Hazel, without hesitation, cupped PJ’s face in her hands and pulled her into a sound kiss, startling all of their friends and stunning everyone in class.
And god dammit, PJ was weak. The second Hazel’s lips were on hers she was gone. All other people were forgotten, nothing else had meaning and shit PJ was starting to feel heat building up down there fuck-
The door flew open. “Good morning- OH HELL NAW!” Mr. G shrieked, looking away in an instant and covering his face with his hand. “Not in my classroom! This place is sacred!”
Little did he know that while he was covering his face, Isabel and Stella-Rebecca were taking photos of the quiz answers on their phones and texting them to everyone else.
When she heard Mr. G, PJ finally broke the kiss, staring at the equally stunned Hazel before her. Her lips were already looking a bit swelled and rough and shit that was hot.
“Can we start class now or will I need to get the holy water?” Mr. G huffed.
“We’re good sir. Sorry about them, new love, you know how it is.” Josie laughed awkwardly, pulling PJ down into her seat. Hazel awkwardly followed suit and sat down as well.
Mr. G grumbled a little more before going to his desk, having no clue that the answers to the quiz were on the girls’ phones now.
Honestly, PJ didn’t give two shits about the quiz anymore. All she could do was stare at the back of Hazel’s head while screaming in her mind, wondering what the fuck just happened.
“Uh, are we gonna talk about it or?...” PJ questioned abruptly during lunch, staring directly at Hazel.
Hazel blinked, her mouth full of sandwich. “…’bout wut?” She asked through her mouthful.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” PJ scolded briefly before getting back to her original point. “Why did you kiss me in class?”
Hazel took a moment to chew and swallow. “You said you needed a distraction. That’s like, code for make out, isn’t it?” She looked around the table for reassurance.
But the others were too busy trying not to laugh. They could understand now how Hazel made the mistake, because the last time PJ insisted on a distraction, making out is exactly what they did.
It really was PJ’s fault. She did it to herself.
But that didn’t make the situation any less embarrassing.
“Uh, yeah, you got it.” Josie spoke up before PJ could say anything.
PJ’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
“Yeah, distraction totally equals kiss.” Stella-Rebecca grinned. “Remember that if PJ ever needs another…distraction.”
“It’s your new code word.” Sylvie stated through a laugh.
They were obviously teasing, finding the entire misunderstanding hilarious.
But it was clear on Hazel’s face that she didn’t know that, as she brightened and nodded proudly, like she’d finally done something right for the first time. “Right, I got it! Call on me and I’ll be there.” She saluted at PJ.
And PJ? Well. Her dumbass was in the process of going through what many described as a gay panic.
Because holy shit, she just found a way to make out with Hazel. Whenever she wants.
No awkward conversation, no explanation necessary. All she needed to do was say the code, and Hazel would just do it.
And damn, did PJ really want her to keep doing it.
Not because she wanted to date Hazel or anything, obviously. But she was still a teenager with needs and if Hazel was willing to fulfil those needs…
Well. It seemed like a win-win.
The only one who didn’t seem amused at the whole thing was Isabel, who was actually being strangely quiet during lunch, a frown resting on her face as she poked at her food and kept glancing over at PJ and Hazel.
PJ had no clue what to make of it, but she figured maybe Isabel was just having a bad day or something.
Whatever. PJ just won a free make-out buddy, she has no problems.
Okay, maybe PJ was having just a little too much fun with this.
But Hazel didn’t even ask any questions. She didn’t ask what the distraction was for or anything. She would literally stop whatever she was doing and just start kissing PJ like her life depended on it.
And fuck, she was really good at that. How did she know how to use her tongue like that?
It actually made PJ way too jealous to think about, so she didn’t dwell on it.
“Dude, how have you not gotten fingers deep in that yet?” Sylvie cackled as they walked down the hall.
“Hazel’s a person. Don’t call her a that.” Isabel snapped rather irritably. She’d been in a bad mood for days, but even Josie seemed completely lost as to why.
Stella-Rebecca giggled. “It’s just so cute. She could literally be mid conversation with someone and would drop it if you said those words.”
“I don’t know if it’s that important.” PJ stated, a bit flustered because she knew Stella was probably right.
Britanny spotted something up ahead and smirked. “Give the theory a test.”
Up by her locker was Hazel, talking to some other student about who knows what.
PJ grinned, feeling just a tad drunk with power. “Hazel, we need a distraction!” She yelled through cupped hands.
And to her disbelief, and utter delight, Hazel spun on her heel and ditched the student she’d been talking to without another word, hurrying over and kissing PJ with just as much heat as all the other times.
She heard a couple students snicker or comment that it was gross, but she couldn’t give less of a shit. This was the most action she’d ever gotten in highschool and it was great.
She didn’t notice Isabel roll her eyes and shake her head.
“Okay so, she’ll kiss you whenever you want, even in private?” Sylvie asked to be sure. They were at the fight club. Hazel was late for once because of an errand from a teacher.
PJ grinned rather smugly. “Literally always. She doesn’t ask any questions. We can legit be the only people around and if I say that she’ll still make-out with me until I tell her to stop.”
“You think she’ll do other things?” Josie asked, genuinely curious.
“God I hope so.” PJ sighed, far too sincere.
Isabel suddenly stood up, making the others look at her.
“…Babe, is something wrong?” Josie frowned.
Isabel stormed up to PJ, and suddenly slapped her across the face.
Gasps from the other girls were heard, and PJ was so stunned it took her a good few seconds to turn her head back.
“You’re a bitch.” Isabel sneered, tears welled up in her eyes.
“What?” PJ questioned in disbelief.
Isabel shook her head in disgust. “Hazel is a person, and she doesn’t deserve you guys making fun of her like this! I get it, she didn’t understand you guys were joking before, really funny, haha, but it’s not funny anymore!”
PJ frowned, suddenly feeling a rush of guilt.
She…understood where Isabel was coming from. And after everything with the fight club, it probably felt awfully close to home for her.
But…But it wasn’t like that. Not anymore. At least, not to PJ.
She did genuinely like Hazel. She always had. She just didn’t want to have to talk about their feelings and what they meant. She wanted to date Hazel without having to ask her.
And she was. And Hazel seemed fine with it, so…
PJ opened her mouth to protest, or defend herself, or anything, when a small voice spoke up from near the doorway.
“…It was a joke?”
Everyone turned, horrified to see Hazel stood there, eyes wide with disbelief as she looked right at PJ.
“Hazel…” PJ started nervously, already sweating. “No, it’s- I mean- well- At- At first, but-“
Hazel took a step back as tears flooded her eyes, and without another moment wasted she bolted out the door.
“FUCK!” PJ ran after her. “HAZEL, WAIT A MINUTE!”
She caught up to Hazel in the empty hall and grabbed her arm. “Hazel, hold on a minute, please!”
“I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!” PJ winced as she realized tears were running down Hazel’s cheeks. “I’m so stupid!”
“No…No you’re not stupid, I’m stupid, I just- I didn’t want to talk about it- I wanted us to be a thing but without- without…” PJ rambled frantically, trying to figure out how to make it better.
“You guys are supposed to be my friends, why would you do that to me?” Hazel hiccupped, turning to look at PJ with genuine heartbreak. “What did I do to deserve being treated like that? Like- Like I’m just the biggest fucking idiot on the planet?”
PJ had to fight back her own tears forming. “No- No Hazel you didn’t- you didn’t do anything. You didn’t, I swear. We were goofing around and took the joke too far, but- but even then, it wasn’t like that. I didn’t do it for the joke. I did it because I’m a stupid asshole who doesn’t know how to talk about feelings.”
“Why is it so bad to talk about feelings!?” Hazel protested.
“BECAUSE IT’S EMBARRASSING, HAZEL!” PJ shouted in frustration. “IT’S EMBARRASSING TO ADMIT HOW MUCH TIME I SPEND THINKING ABOUT YOU, OR HOW OFTEN I FIND MYSELF LOOKING AT YOU AND THINKING ABOUT HOW BADLY I WANT TO KISS YOU, OR HOW I LITERALLY DON’T EVEN WATCH PORN ANYMORE, I JUST THINK ABOUT YOU AND THAT’S ENOUGH TO GET ME TO ORGASM!”
Hazel looked genuinely stunned at the last part. “Wait, seriously?”
PJ let out a small shriek of humiliation. “Holy shit, yes. Okay? I want you. I want you so badly I used their dumb joke about the distraction code word just as an excuse to make out with you. I want you so badly that I would do literally anything you wanted in this moment if you would just-“
Cupping her face in her hands, Hazel tugged her into another heated kiss, wasting no time slipping her tongue into the other’s mouth and exploring it like it was her mission. PJ all but moaned into the kiss as her hands found their way into Hazel’s hair, gently tugging at it to encourage her.
Hazel stepped forward and the two stumbled back until PJ’s back hit the lockers. “Fuck.” She moaned out through the kiss.
Hazel panted hard as she broke the kiss, looking a bit paralyzed as she held PJ pressed up against the lockers. “Um…I-I didn’t really think that through-jesus- was that- was that okay? Holy shit I should’ve asked first-“
“If you don’t kiss me again in the next couple seconds I’m going to kill you-“ Was all PJ managed to get out before they were kissing again and hands were roaming into new territory under their clothes.
Hazel was seconds away from sticking her hand down PJ’s pants when they heard a voice speak up. “Hey Haze- whoaaaa hello, shit, I am so sorry.” The two nearly had a heart attack as they broke apart and turned to see Josie stood there horrified. “Uh, we just- we wanted to apologize and uh- figure out how to make it up to Hazel but- yeah I’m just- I’m just gonna-“ Josie spun on her heel and bolted back into the gym.
A few moments after she was gone, Hazel and PJ couldn’t help bursting out into laughter.
“Oh my God.” PJ wheezed. “That was incredible.”
“Yeah, but probably not as incredible as what we were about to do.” Hazel said rather solemnly, a grin resting on her lips.
“Were?” PJ snorted, grabbing her wrist and tugging her along.
“Where are we going?” Hazel blinked.
“To find an empty classroom so you can screw my brains out.”
Hazel’s eyes darkened with something delightfully lustful. “You sure? I bite.” She teased.
PJ didn’t even try to hide her grin as she felt a familiar heat building back up.
“Oh, I’m counting on it.”