Of course Scott’s brother just had to go and lock us in this room together. Of course Anna’s phone would go straight to voicemail as soon as I try calling her. Of course it would start thunder storming. Of course the power would go out. Of course I’m slightly terrified of thunderstorms.
“The backup generators should be working in a little bit,” Scott says from wherever he’s sitting on the floor. I hear him stumbling around a little before a stream of light suddenly comes from where I see him now standing across the room.
I don’t answer him and he sighs before setting the flashlight on the desk so that the light is pointing upward at the ceiling. He walks over towards the bed and slowly sits beside me.
“What’re are y-you d-doing?” I ask him once he’s completely sat down next to me.
“Well my ass hurts from the floor,” he says as he gently rubs his rear end. “And I know you’re scared of thunderstorms Abby. I figured I would offer my assistance.”
“I’m n-not scared,” I mumble under my breath.
There’s a long silence between the two of us and the only sound that can be heard in the room is the rain hitting the roof. I flinch a little bit when I see lightning flash through the window, it’s even creepier when the power is out.
“Abby...” I look up when I hear Scott’s voice. His face is extremely close to mine and I can’t help but gasp as soon as I lock eyes with him. “We need to talk about it.”
I turn my head away from him because I know he’s right but I don’t really want to talk about the whole him cheating thing. Just thinking about it makes me sad. But what else are we going to do while we’re locked in this room? I can’t very well avoid this conversation forever.
“You have to believe me Abs,” he says looking up at me from underneath his eyelashes. “I swear I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me. I barely even remember it really, I was completely shit faced. I do remember pushing her away though. I pushed her away..”
I look at Scott and tilt my head at him. I do remember him telling me that she had kissed him and all that bullshit, but I don’t think that’s what I’m even mad about anymore.
“W-why didn’t you t-tell me Scott?” I ask crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him. “W-why the hell did I h-have to find out f-from Oakland?”
“Because Oakland hates me,” Scott says and I frown at him. “And because I didn’t want to add another stupid thing to your plate. Why should I have told you if it didn’t mean anything?”
“B-because you obviously don’t know h-how a relationship works!” I shout standing up slightly pissed off at how oblivious this guy is. “Y-you’re supposed to tell me stuff like t-this. How w-would you f-feel if you found out t-that Oakland kissed me and I h-hadn’t told you about it?”
“That little shit kissed you?” Scott immediately stands up and looks like he’s about to ram the door down to go hunt for Oakland but I roll my eyes at him and set my hand on his shoulder.
“I didn’t m-mean literally Scott.”
Scott’s jaw clenches and I take my hand off of his shoulder. He still looks like he wants to charge the door though so I step in front of him. When did he get so overprotective? I see the anger slowly leave his eyes and his shoulder’s drop as if he realizes what I’ve been trying to tell him. How just thinking about me cheating pissed him off, I can’t imagine what he’d be like if it actually happened. I’m sure he’d ignore me just like I ignored him. Even if it supposedly wasn’t my fault that someone else had kissed me.
“Listen Abby I know this isn’t really plausible reasoning,” Scott says scratching the back of his neck. “But I’m stupid. We both know that. I’ve done some pretty crappy stuff before but I would never cheat. I was just too dumb to tell you before Oakland got to it.′
I don’t say anything as he takes a step closer to me and slowly raises his hand to push a strand of hair behind my ear. I close my eyes for a moment and although I won’t admit it to him, I somewhat enjoy the proximity.
“And I’m going end up doing even stupider things than this,” he says staring at me as his arm drops back to his side. “So are you though, we’ll both fuck up. I just screwed up first. But the thing is I feel like we’re right back where we started in the beginning of college, where you hated me and I liked you but you never noticed. I don’t want to go back to that Abby.”
My eyes are starting to sting because of how desperate he looks right now and I have to swipe my hand across my eyes to make sure no leakage makes it’s way down my face.
“I don’t wanna have to see other guys flirting with you all the time and not being able to do anything about it,” he says clenching his fists tightly. “I nearly punched Liam every time he was over here just to ‘hang out’ with you. ”
“Liam d-doesn’t like me-”
“Stop talking while I’m speeching,” he says pressing a finger to my lips and I look at him with an amused expression as I push his hand away from my face.
“I don’t like not having you,” he says grabbing my hand and slowly tugging it towards his chest. He places my hand over his heart which I can feel beating at a very fast pace. “This is because of you. It’s all your fault that I’m like this.”
The next few words that leave his mouth shock and excite me at the same time.
“Abby I think...I think I’m in love with you.”
I stare at him with wide eyes as he looks down at me with frightened eyes as if he didn’t expect himself to even say that. I feel stupid standing here and staring at him like a deer in headlights but I seriously don’t know what to think or say or do. Every part of me knows that I should probably react to what he just said but I literally can’t. After a while of me not talking Scott starts talking again.
“Well I m-mean you d-don’t have to say it back or anything..” he says stuttering a little bit as he tries to feel the uncomfortable silence. “I-I just thought you should know...I mean you can take your time. I mean unless you just don’t like me at all anymore, in which case would make this whole being locked in a room for twelve hours even more awkwa-”
Before he can continue to talk nonsense I slide my hand, which is still pressed against his chest, towards his neck and pull him downwards until his lips press against mine.
How can one part of the body have so many nerve endings.
This kiss feels different than the others we’ve shared. This one feels a lot more like confirmation. And as Scott Rogers moves his lips against mine I realize that even though I didn’t say it and even though I’ve ignore him for what seems like forever I think I might be in love with him too. Because if it weren’t love, what explanation is there for how amazing his lips feel against mine? Or how when he starts to smile into the kiss I end up smiling too and we just end up pulling away and grinning at each other.
But the sparks are still there, even when we’re just smiling at each other.