The next day, on Wednesday, Niall, Luke, and I need to meet at Niall’s house again for the project, and I am determined to look as if I couldn’t give a fuck about the kiss or whatever.
"Bitch. Yesterday." Is how Jake greets me during lunch.
"What about it?" I ask, as if to shrug it off.
"You stormed home so quickly I barely got to say goodbye!" Sophia says.
"So?"
"Soooo." Jake starts, placing a dramatic hand on his chest. "How was it?"
"The kiss?" I ask, already done with this discussion.
They both nod, of course.
"You mean, how was the completely forced and awkward kiss that neither of us wanted to happen?" I snarl and that makes them shut up.
For a while, at least, because Jake talks again: "Bitch, did you hear Zoe got really mad?"
"How did she find out?" I ask, not really caring that Niall and her got into a fight.