It was an accident. Those four words that you blurted out, the look on your face when you said it, being totally different from the look in your eyes, It haunts her, it's all Gwen can think about.

"Just and accident. Tch" She's sulking as her sneakers squeak in the hallway, heading to the gymnasium, which by the way, happens to be the only class you two share.

She just didn't get it. It was one kiss, why make such a big deal out of it, why ignore her calls and texts. So you aren't- whatever, you claim that you're not. Straight girls mess around all the time, and nobody gets hurt.

Gwen isn't- whatever, she's not like that either it was just goofing around. A sickening sensation starts to gnaw at her chest, and she starts to ruminate. She's never had that spark around any boy, and the ghost of your hands keep her up at night.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't just goofing around, that kiss did something to her. It's the reason she got defensive when you started to avoid her. She reaches for the handle and enters the gym. As she joins the class her eyes scan the room for you, seems like you had the same idea.