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Robin disconnected his lips from yours, both of your eyes totally blown.

"Shit." You sigh, immediately unwrapping your arms from around his neck— putting space between you guys.

You touched your lips, not believing that you just kissed Robins. Robin Arellano. Your enemy.

"W-what? Did you not like that? Sorry, jesus I'm sor—" He rambled, eyes wide with concern and embarrassment.

"No, it's... fine. I just... wasn't expecting that." You mumble, your cheeks felt hot.

You guys stayed silent for a moment, processing what just happened. You guys kissed— lips on lips kiss— holy shit.

"I— uhm... you should go home. M-my parents will be here any minute." You lied. You wanted to scream into your pillow, letting all your feelings out.

Robin's expression fell. You didn't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't that. Maybe a chuckle? Witty comeback?

He gave you a tight-lipped smile before nodding, fleeing without a glance back.

Robin Arellano... just kissed you? Your enemy? The '#1 on the most annoying guys at school' on your list. Why did he kiss you? Why did you kiss back? It was all just a mistake, a simple mistake that will never happen again. He was probably going to tell the whole school about this— maybe shake it up, telling them things that never happened.

You stood there for a few moments, the scene of you guys kissing replaying and replaying inside your mind before you shook it off. You walked back inside, locking the door and trudging to your room.

You looked at the spot Robin sat at earlier, his smell still lingering the room.

You angrily sprayed a larger amount of your perfume around your room, hoping his smell would go away. Except, it didn't. It stayed— mixing in with the strong perfume.

You collapsed on your bed, bringing a pillow up to your face to scream in it. You screamed as loud as you could, you were positive that your neighbors would call the cops.

You woke up the next morning, puffy eyes and a sullen face. You cried yourself to sleep last night, out of frustration and confusion.  

You got ready, throwing on whatever clothes you had and making a pit stop at the bathroom to brush your teeth. You left the house without a single word to your parents, your face blank as you walked to school.

"Hey...?" Finney slowly said, more in a questioning manner. Gwen trailed behind him. The best thing about walking to school, was walking with the Blake's. Sometimes you would walk home with them.

Gwen caught up, her eyes widening. "What the hell happened to you?" She snorted, giving you a playful shove.

You glared at her, telling her that you weren't in the mood. She loved playing and joking around, it was a fantasy that blocked out all of the bad things that happened at home.

"No, but seriously. What happened to you?" Finney spoke, studying your face.

"Didn't get much sleep." You spoke in a raspy voice, surprising them and yourself. You coughed, hoping that would get rid of it.

Finney raised his eyebrow, sharing a knowing look with Gwen. They knew you were lying, if you were actually tired, you would be acting totally different.

"Okay." Gwen said, mentally agreeing with Finny to not push you.

You didn't know why you were overreacting. It was a kiss. A simple kiss. You've kissed like... one guy before Robin— it was totally normal.

"How many girls does Robin kiss?" You asked before you could stop yourself.

"Uhm... i don't know? I guess none." Finney shrugs. "He keeps that on the down low, I don't even think he has kissed someone. He's never talked about a girl in a attractive way, y'know?"

"Like he's never had a crush on anyone?" You asked, confused. Everyone has had a crush on someone, even Gwen. She had a crush on this boy named Billy before he moved away, the two of them never seeing each other again.

"No... why are you even asking me this? Don't you two like, hate each other?"

"W-well, yeah! I hate him, I was just wondering, d-don't know." You stuttered, picking up your pace so you could get to school faster.

"Why do you guys even hate each other? It's so pointless." Gwen spoke, curiously.

"I-" You started. Why did you hate him? Because he told you 'boys rule and girls drool'? Because he ditched you for your friends the last time you guys were partnered up? I mean, he was annoying. He had an annoying voice, an annoying face, annoying hair, annoying personality. Everything about him was annoying.

Or were you just hurt that he didn't want to be your friend? You tried so hard to be friends with the boy, but he always pushed you aside, being cold towards you. You finally gave up in third grade. You shouldn't waste your time on someone who obviously wanted nothing to do with you.

But maybe you actually liked him. You haven't stopped thinking about Robin the past few days, was that one of the symptoms of a crush? No. You didn't have a crush— you couldn't.

"I don't know." You finally uttered out, the school building finally coming into view. People were rushing in and out, people hopping out of their cars or the school buses. Groups talking, other groups arguing.

You waved goodbye to Finney and Gwen before heading to your first class. You looked around for Robin in the hallways, you planned to talk to him about yesterday. Get answers on why he kissed you. On why he hated you. He was nowhere to be seen though.

The first few periods went by quicker than usual, your mind was too focused on Robin. Thinking of possible answers.

When you finally got the class you and Robin shared, he was still nowhere to be seen. You soon figured out he didn't come to school the day, the teacher forcing you to do an extra assignment since your 'buddy' was gone.

Was he okay? Did he not go to school because of you? Was he embarrassed? Humiliated? Did something happen to him? Did he get kidnapped? Is he dead?

You groaned, putting your head down. You should've just stayed home today as well, it would've been easier. You could've spent the whole day sleeping, or contacting Robin.