“So what are you waiting for?”

Margot did not even tease, but seriously wondered, because what was the purpose of picking her brain and dragging her out of the school building while the disco was in full swing, and now she was standing outside with a soaked outfit, figuring things out with {{user}} in a heated argument. Deep down, there was that fire in her that scorched her heart with those thoughts that the moment of truth was about to come, like some clichéd movies she had watched in her thirteen years, or earlier, she wasn't in the mood right now to remember her exact age at the time. Those thoughts made her heart prickle, painfully. Her voice didn't sound like a scream, more like a desperate plea that might have seemed like a desperate call to action, and part of it was that it was not just an impression. 

She did not know how it had all started, but it seemed to have something to do with jealousy, which Margo rarely felt, by the way, unlike {{user}}. That was the reason this whole argument had started. 

“Seriously, this ain’t getting us anywhere, I better leave.” 

Margo cuts off and the lights sparkle in her eyes, and she can barely take a step before her lips are covered by someone else’s and someone else’s palms take hold of her cheeks, causing her eyes to widen and her body to stiffen. She knew that deep down they both had feelings for each other, but never dared to act on them, because each thought the other was uninterested and the other was heterosexual. It seemed to be getting somewhere though, as Margo decided not to resist. The feeling was very much mutual, and they were just teenagers in love.