Page 12 of Perfect Chemistry

On the way to grab coffee, I told Jason everything that happened. Well, almost. I didn’t tell him about the three thongs that Kai got me for my birthday. I just said I flirted a bit more than usual to get his attention.

Jason listened without saying a word through it all. By the time he was passing me my medium latte, I was done with story time.

“He likes you,” he said.

My jaw dropped open. “How do you know? What if he wants to talk because it was a huge mistake?” I asked quietly.

Jason shook his head and chuckled. “He’d be crazy not to like you, Katie. But you make guys nervous,” he explained. “Give him a chance and just let him find his courage, okay?”

I nodded my head, then stopped; feeling like I missed something.

“Wait. What do you mean I make guys nervous? I’m not even one of the popular girls, Five-speed.” I was confused.

“Katie, you don’t care who is watching when you enter a room, and it makes people notice you that much more. You laugh like it is your favorite job, and you are a genuinely nice person. That’s so close to perfection, it scares the shit out of guys,” he explained, laughing at my still confused expression.

“That’s ridiculous. I’m not even that good looking, Jason.”

This time he looked at me seriously. “Katie, I hope you never realize how incredibly beautiful you are. It’d be like unlocking an evil superpower. Stay ignorant. Ignorance is safer for the rest of us mortal men.”

At that point I started laughing again. He just watched me from the corner of his eye as we drove the rest of the way to my house.

I thanked Jason for the talk, coffee and chauffeur services, and promised to let him know how things progressed.

I still didn’t know what to say to Kai, so I chickened out and said nothing.

Chapter 4

Kai’s POV

After confessing to Bradley last night, I came home and slept like the dead. I had finally let Kat Preston know how I felt. Then I woke up this morning and remembered that I had given my crush, the Goddess of my dreams, the biggest fucking banner announcing how I felt. I wanted to throw up, if I was being honest.

Then I walked into chem class, and almost choked on my own saliva. Kat Preston was leaned forward over her desk and all I could see was a bright red lace thong.

I could see down the back of her jeans when she sat straight forward. I mean all the way down. Then I caught Taylor and some other dick named Ryan also checking out her ass, and I wanted to fucking snap. I leaned forward to ask what the hell she was thinking, and she played fucking coy.

She had on a thong that I bought. I spent the whole class staring down at her plump ass spilling out on either side of a red lace thong I picked out. But I wasn’t alone. Oh, no! Every other guy in our class was trying to get a peek down her jeans.

I just wanted to know why she did that. Had she known this whole time that I could see her ass when she sat like that? Was she showing off for me? Or did she just not care about my feelings? No. She wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t show that off for other guys.

I couldn’t even concentrate on the fucking chem test. I flew through it as quickly as I could, just so that I could talk to her before she left. I handed over my test to Mr. Tinneson and walked back toward her. I honestly couldn’t tell if she was toying with me. Was she smiling like that for me? I had to stop and shift myself in my jeans just to sit down.

I wanted to ask her questions, but I couldn’t. Then she leaned over, and asked if I was okay. NO. I was not okay! This was not a discussion we could have in the back of chem class.

I told her to take a hall pass, and then I followed a minute later. I came down the hall to find her ass bent over the fountain. When she stood up, her tongue flicked out to catch a drop of water on her bottom lip and I almost came. I didn’t even think. I grabbed her and dragged her into the bathroom, and locked her in a cubicle with me.

I had no idea how to even word what I wanted to say. Did she want me? Or was she mocking me? What came out was, “What are you doing?”

Suddenly she was fucking angry and asking if I had given her someone else’s gift by mistake. I had never bought another girl any gifts. Only her. But I couldn’t get the words out. When she tried to leave, and I was still trying to find the right words that didn’t sound like, ‘you’re so fucking hot.’ Then…

Then my lips touched hers… I didn’t mean to kiss her but I couldn’t pull away from the feeling of how her lips felt. I just wanted to talk, but then I was in fucking shock. Her lips were so soft. I was honestly waiting for her to slap me, but then she grabbed my shirt and really kissed me.

What could I do? I kissed her back.

Sweet. She tasted sweet.

I pulled her hands from my chest and held them over her head. I wanted to feel as much of her body on mine as I could. I wanted to devour every whimper that came out of her. When someone came into the bathroom, I pulled away and made sure that only her feet were visible. I just kissed my crush, and I didn’t want this moment ruined by people gossiping about her.

I wouldn’t have stopped if Kennedy hadn’t come in when she did. If I closed my eyes, I could still hear her whimpering and feel her writhing against me against the stall…

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