Chapter 20

“You kissed what?” I asked totally perplexed.

It couldn't be true.

“He kissed me.” she admitted, wanting to cry.

What a shitty Monday.

"But what…?" I left the doubt in the tense sigh.

She snatched the keys from me and approached to open the door on her own. Entering like Pedro through her house. I followed him and looked at Monica's side. She wasn't there, what Edrien gossiped about me turned out to be true. Monica doesn't spend the nights in her room. Suspicious.

I stared at his empty bed more than I should, wondering which one would be sleeping. A plaintive sigh emerges from Abby drawing my concern to her in a second.

She sat on my bed rubbing her hands over her face, frustrated.

“Is he such a bad kisser?” I tried to joke with no chance of being successful at it.

“No… it's… he… I…” you said half-heartedly, short-circuiting, shouting irritated for not knowing how to express yourself, “It shouldn't have happened! Not with him!”

“Calm down, surely it was an impulse or he just kissed yo