[Kendall McGuire]

"The truth is..." Alyssa is now stuttering, unsure of what to say and what to do. I know she wants to confess something to me, but is probably blocked by the fear that I could judge her. She may be right, after all.

"Kendall, I hope you'll let me finish talking and you won't cut me off when I say that thing," she continues, after which an awkward silence is falling in the kitchen. No-one is making a single move. It doesn't even look like we're seconds away from a party.

"Kendall, when I said that I find you attractive and magnetic... well... how can I say it... I'm saying that I love you." Those three words are striking me like a bullet in my heart. I can't believe she said that. I mean, why on hell would she love a girl like me?

"I'm not joking, Kendall. I love you," she repeats, this time approaching me and causing me to sweat. My heartbeat is going crazy, and my face is turning as red as blood. Those words have such a mesmerizing effect to me that it's dangerous.

Why the hell did Alyssa choose to confess her feelings to a midge like me? I'm like every ordinary girl, the usual young woman who likes partying and hanging around with friends. Why should she, a sucker for adventure, love a plain Jane?

I really need to clear my mind, so I leave Griffin's house altogether, ignoring her attempts to chase after me. Her presence is just confusing - no, what am I talking about? It's devastating. I need more time for myself.

***

Still wondering why Alyssa said those three words yesterday at Griffin's party, I get up and reach for my phone. There, I discover at least thirty unread messages, mostly from Griffin or Chiana. Though, I ignore those and move on to the four Alyssa sent.

I open them and start reading slowly, trying hard to retain tears.

'Hi, Kendall. I realized I made a huge mistake when I said those three words. That wasn't the right contest, everyone was staring at us like we were some rare creatures. It didn't just feel right.'

'I just need to tell you one more thing, but this time I'd like to tell you in private, far from curious eyes and ears. Just the two of us. Okay?'

'I know you're still upset for what I said, but, please, give me a second chance. I swear you won't regret it.'

'Seriously, I really hope you come round and we spend some alone time. Kisses. Alyssa.'

I scan through each message carefully. After all, her words seem to be meaningful and true. I don't think I'd go as far as not believing her, it's not the kind of attitude I'd have towards her.

Anyway, I just reply with a few quick words. 'I'm coming. Just wait.' That said, I go and take a shower, since I really need it; then, I dry and comb my long blonde hair, pick a nice floral dress and a pair of sandals and put them on. Later, I grab my purse and leave the house, locking the door behind me.

As soon as I reach Alyssa's house, I shiver. Maybe it's because of the cold breeze, or maybe it's just because my nerves are wrecking; who knows? I ring the doorbell; when the door opens, it reveals a groggy Alyssa, still in her pyjamas.

"Hi, Kendall," she mutters, still sleepy and yawning every once in a while. "Have you read the messages I sent you last night?"

"Oh, yes, I read them," I answer, trying hard to regain my composure, something I lost in Griffin's kitchen yesterday. Still, I manage to smile nervously and keep talking, "So, you want some alone time? Then, may your wish be granted." She immediately notices that I'm teasing her and punches my arm in a playful manner, before laughing loudly.

"Oh, here comes back the good old Kendall, a lover of good times," she comments, still being unable to retain her laughter. After that, however, she disappears back into her room to get changed. I take advantage of her short absence to sit on the comfortable grey couch and rest my shoulders a little bit.

When she comes back, she does so with a sexy gorgeous black dress and a pair of killer heels of the same color. She did a lot of make-up on herself, choosing a bright red lipstick and black rimmel. Even though she might've exaggerated, I don't care that much. She's still the woman I've learned to appreciate as a friend, but could turn out to be something different.

She twirls next to me, showing off a little bit. "Do you like it?" she purrs, making my imagination go wild. Damn, I'd take her clothes off straight away and kiss those bright red lips. Though, I don't know exactly if this is a good idea, to be honest. After all, we should get to know each other better if we want to be more than friends.

Suddenly, she decides to turn her stereo on and put some music. "Do you wanna dance?" My lips are quivering as she asks this question, but I can't really say no to a dance. She moves towards the center of the living room, with me following her. She takes my hand and makes me twirl slowly.

"Dance with me, baby," she whispers as her hands run through my hips. I do the same, till my own hands are on her face. Then, she again copies my moves, and we end up pulling closer to each other. We sway at the rhythm of the slow ballad, closing our eyes and trying to get rid of all the negativity around us. Better say, outside this house.

Her lips meet mine, turning in what I'd call the most passionate of the kisses I've ever received. I mean, I've been kissed before in my life, but there simply no chemistry, no attraction whatsoever.

With Alyssa, everything is different. Starting from her moves, then her touch and, lastly, her kisses. She makes everything feel magical, like there's nothing else it's worth living for. I'd exchange everything for another kiss of hers.