Chapter 15: _ The Nauseous Kiss
The taste of Luis Miguel's chapped, slimy lips on mine was as revolting as I imagined his hygiene habits. I jerked and yanked in their grip, my face scrunched in disgust as I tried to shove him off with all the strength I could muster.
My fists, though trapped, flailed pathetically as I attempted to knee him in the shin, but Rafa and Emilio held me fast against the wall like some prize they'd pinned to a trophy board.
Fucking pussies!
Luis Miguel, utterly unfazed by my struggle, tilted his head as if he were some romantic protagonist in romance novels. His lips pressed harder, making a noise that sounded more like a clogged sink draining than the seductive picture he might have in his head.
His friends doubled over in laughter, slapping their thighs and howling like wolves in heat.
By the moon, I hate them.
"Stop it!" I managed to scream, yanking my face away for a brief second before he caught my chin again, forcing me to look into his smug, beady eyes.
My stomach churned at the stench of cheap cologne and whatever questionable meat he'd eaten for lunch. I gagged audibly.
"L-leave me a-a-lone, you jackass!"
Finally, Luis Miguel pulled back, licking his lips like he'd just devoured a top-notch cuisine. I wiped my mouth furiously with my shoulder, glaring at him with all the venom I could muster.
I couldn't believe he kissed me. Luis fucking Miguel KISSED me! Oh, my God, if I don't die of irritation, I'd develop diarrhea anytime I remember the stench of his mouth.