Fifteen

My mouth dropped open, and I was too startled to see Ziah standing in front of his car. I hadn't even noticed his presence; else, I wouldn't have kissed George. My eyes clung to him, analyzing his reaction. I could see the icy contempt that flashed in his eyes; he was angry and didn't fail to hide it.

I looked away and noticed that George was wearing a twisted smile, like a cat who got the cream, and I didn't like the growing suspicion that George was enjoying this a little too much.

"You must have seen Ziah staring at us and kissed me," I said. "Now Ziah looked like he was about to explode. This wasn't what I needed. My life was already complicated, and I didn't want Ziah to think I was interested in George romantically.

"He was going to think I was some kind of cheap flirt who couldn't keep her feelings in check. George was enjoying this, and I didn't like that I put my guard down around him. I shouldn't be letting him kiss me randomly."

I inhaled a stuttery breath, and my legs turn