Chapter 12

Sanya...

I sat back down at the table, and Kyra and Alexa were both looking at me with raised eyebrows. Tora, on the other hand, was just grinning.

"What?" I asked.

"Was that PDA?" Alexa inquired.

"What?!" I raised my voice. "What are you talking about?"

"When you gave a drink to moron."

"That was not!" I rolled my eyes at them. PDA? Just giving a drink is considered PDA? That seems a bit overreacting. "I do know how to say thank you, and that was my way of saying thank you for that one night."

"Is that all it was?"

"Tora," I calmly mentioned her name, as there seemed to be more to her question.

"Okay," she said, raising both her eyebrows and giving me a creepy kind of smile.

"Stop that," I said with furrowed eyebrows.

"Stop what?"

"You and your creepy smile."

She gave me a nonchalant shrug. "Whatever you say, Sanya." I sighed and just shook my head. "Oh, I almost forgot!" All of us at the table turned to look at her. "I need to talk to Miss Valderama about not joining the outing, so I can get the extra assignments and projects instead."

"I'll come with you," I said, turning to Alexa. "I also need to talk to her because I won't be able to join. We have swimming practice, you know, so I need to make up for those."

After they said their goodbyes, only Kara and I were left sitting. "So, Sanya, do you have a class after this?"

"I do, but I won't go for now. It's a minor class, so if I feel better later, I might join the next subject. I attended the morning class because it's a major one, but I still feel a bit disoriented, probably because of my hangover this morning."

She stared at me. "But are you okay now?"

I smiled and nodded at her. "Yeah, I took some medicine, and all I need is rest. I woke up early this morning, so I might still feel a bit dizzy."

"Okay, because I have my next class. Is it okay if—"

"Yeah, sure, go to your next class," I smiled at her and bid her goodbye.

Alone now, I decided to go to the school's roof deck. When I got there, there was no one else around. The students here knew that this was where my friends and I usually hung out. I couldn't help but think of the nickname we had at school, the "Mean Girls" we were like the girls from that movie, I suppose. People probably thought of us as the school's version of "The Plastics," with me as Regina George and the newcomer, Cady Heron. But there was no fakeness among us; we were true friends.

I sat down on one of the hammocks there. My mind wandered back to what happened this morning. I was drunk, depressed, broken. I remembered everything - what I said, my crying, the pain, and Adam.

—

Adam...

I found myself staring at Sanya, who was peacefully asleep on the hammock. I had followed her here when I noticed she was walking alone, deep in thought. I watched her for a few minutes from a distance before approaching her when I was sure she was sound asleep.

She looked so serene with her eyes closed. I didn't know why, but I felt like I wanted to be here by her side. Maybe it was because I knew she wasn't okay, maybe it was because even though she couldn't remember what happened last night, I did. I remembered what she said, the pain in her eyes. If there was something I could do to make it go away, I would.

I couldn't help myself and gently touched her face. Maybe if I had the power to make her happy, she wouldn't feel all of this, but who was I? I was just the Adam she hated. If she woke up now and caught me, she would probably scold me, maybe even hit me.

I couldn't resist it; she was so beautiful, especially when she wasn't angry and furrowing her brow. She took my breath away. I didn't even think about it, but my face was getting closer to hers, as if I was about to kiss her. She would definitely kill me if she found out about my plan.

I was about to lean in closer, to let our lips touch, when she opened her eyes. I pulled away and swallowed hard. "Adam," she whispered my name.

The anxiety in my chest, I didn't know if it was because she caught me trying to kiss her or because of the way she said my name. She called me Adam, my first name, not my last name or any of the insulting nicknames her friends had for me. She called me Adam.

Nervously, I smiled at her, and she furrowed her brow. God, I'm in trouble now, I knew what would come next, and it wouldn't be good. I was sure I'd get a beating—

My eyes widened when instead of what I expected, she crossed the space between us and kissed me.

Sanya kissed me! She was the one who freaking kissed me!