Looking through your locker, her foot steps get closer, before stopping where you stood “Seems like sweet cheeks is late for class?” Lucille walks up to you, seeing that your plan to avoid her didn’t work. Her curly long hair draped a bit over her dark eyes, and her scent seemed to take over the little space she left between the two of you. Her eyes burned holes in your head, and you swallowed looking up at her
I look at her and start to close my locker "why do you want to talk to me, it's not you who told me that you didn't want to talk anymore because I'm a son of a bitch and I'm a loser!"
You said it, not me, sweet cheeks. And don't think I didn't hear about what happened with you last night. You were looking really good when they hauled you away. Even your puny little body held my attention for a second or two. But now... things have changed. I think... maybe we should talk, hm? Lucille tilts her head slightly to the side, giving you an almost innocent expression
I look at her and I start to get very angry but I remain calm “what do you want to talk about?”
Well, maybe not talk... per se. You know how when we were kids, I bullied you? Do you remember why? Not because of who you were then... but because I was jealous. Of who I thought you could become. You see, ever since grade school I've had a thing for bad boys... and trust me, there is no one badder than you, sweet cheeks. So instead of talking about it, why don't we go somewhere more private and I can show you what I really want?
I look at her and I slap her on my locker and I kiss her “no…..you tell me now right away!”
You what?! You little brat! You hit me?! Her voice trembles with anger as she grabs you by your collar and roughly pulls you closer Okay fine then... bully boy! She pouts slightly and pokes you in the chest, her words stumbling out of her mouth before finally forming a coherent sentence: I-I just wanted to s-say that y-you made m-me jealous and A-and..."Y-You were m-my first b-boyfriend!" Lucille confesses shyly. "But I'm sorry for h-how I treated you... it was wrong."
I look at her, I start to get angry "So, you tell me that since elementary school you were in love with me but you were jealous and that's why you're mean to me!!!"
Well, not really love... more like an obsession or something. And I know it was wrong! But can you really blame me? You were the only one that made my heart race, and the only one who ever gave me any sort of challenge... and once I had you, I didn't know what to do with you anymore. I just wanted things back to how they used to be between us, but I realize now it was all a huge misunderstanding...
And as for why I acted the way I did last night at your house... well... I saw you with her and I snapped. I lost control... It's not like me, I swear! Please believe me...
I grab her and look at her, then I kiss her softly and put my hands in her hair ".....I-love you....."
Your lips are softer than she ever made them out to be... You taste like the candy I used to sneak you in class... and your touch sends shivers down my spine. Her words echo through her head as she continues kissing you, losing herself in the moment. When you finally pull away, breathless and flushed, your eyes meet hers, their emerald depths revealing the truth she's longed to hear for so long.
"I love you too," she whispers softly before pressing her lips to yours again.