Short Story: Lipgloss

Short Story: Lipgloss

Ethan's teal blue eyes flicked over all the girls in the hallway. There were so many different kinds. Tall, short. Fat, slim. They came in a variety, like crayons. Crayons came in different colours and styles; girls came exactly the same way.

He could not just settle for one. His picture was going to be painted by different colours. He couldn't be tied down; he had to move around a bit. See all the different kinds he could have in his grasp.

Then, when the sea of students parted the hallway, there she was. Standing right at the end, her back turned to him, but Ethan didn't care. He still walked straight up to her, his arms absentmindedly wrapping themselves around her waist.

Tessa froze, dropping her tube of lipstick down onto the floor. Even before she looked, she knew it was Ethan. Ethan was the only person who would have the mind to grab her from behind when she, very clearly, didn't want it to happen.

"Hey, darling," the teen boy purred with delight into her ear. Tessa shivered as the words rolled off his tongue and his shaggy blond hair rubbed her temple slightly as he moved his jaw.

"Get. Off. Me. Now!" Tessa hissed, each word separated by her gritted teeth and angered tone. Her eyes were shut and her hands were held up as if scared to touch him. If she touched him, Ethan may get the wrong idea.

Ethan, however, did let go. He snaked his arms away from her waist and back into his pockets. He didn't move away from behind her though. This pissed Tessa off, and also meant she couldn't bend down to pick her lip gloss up.

"So, darling, what you up to?" The not-so-innocent boy asked. He may have been a good few inches behind her, but Tessa still felt the shiver that his words sent down her spine. As if he was breathing down her neck, the hairs stood up on end.

"Ethan," Tessa tried to keep a civil tone, but it was hard. Very, very hard. "Please...Just walk away now."

Ethan chuckled under his breath. He didn't move. As if he was going to listen to Tessa. Ethan did what he liked, when he liked. Tessa also knew this.

The brunette tried her best to just ignore Ethan, crouching down and picking up her small tube of lip gloss.

By the time she had stood back up, he was gone. Nowhere to be seen. Tessa looked down the hallways, but there was no sign of him. She sighed a sigh of relief, maybe now she was going to have some piece before the next period bell rang.

Tessa stood in front of the girls’ bathroom mirror. It was the middle of fifth period and she had, had to make a quick bathroom stop. It wasn't usually like her to go in the middle of class, as she was always too scared of missing something important, but she had forgotten to go during her lunch break, and she had drank a whole litre bottle of water. Her bladder was not going to hold it all in for very long.

The overly-preppy girl fiddled with a few pieces of her brown hair, trying to get it to look right by combing it with her fingers. It did help a little, but Tessa wasn't one to get all obsessed with the way she looked.

She pulled out her tube of lip gloss from her pocket. She always kept it on her. She was addicted to the stuff, always replacing it on her naturally creamy lips whenever it rubbed itself off. It was just one of those things Tessa had always done ever since she had started wearing make-up.

Tessa wasn't one of those girls who caked her face in cheap products for school. Tessa believed she had too much self-pride to 'Barbie' herself up every day. Being student body president, she was supposed to be a role model for the young students. If she looked fake, then she wouldn't have been setting a very good 'be yourself' example for the younger girls in the school.

The brunette brought the applicator to her lips and smoothed small circles all around the bottom and then the top. She rubbed her lips together and blew a kiss towards her reflection.

"Why do you always wear that junk on your lips?"

Tessa, once again, dropped the tube of lip gloss on the floor.

"Ethan!" she snapped, turning towards the doorway. Sure enough, the blond haired trouble-maker had his sexy body leaned up against the doorframe. "What are you doing in here?" Tessa hissed, looking around in the empty cubicles to check if they were alone or not.

"So...What does it taste like?" Ethan asked, oblivious to Tessa's worrying of him getting caught.

"What?" she asked in reply, not having the slightest clue what Ethan was going on about now.

"Lip gloss...What does it taste like?"

Tessa was confused, and Ethan could tell she was. The teenage boy pushed his body up, away from the doorway. He walked towards Tessa, panicking her more. If anyone caught them both in there together, they were both in trouble.

"So?" Ethan pushed. "What does it taste like?"

"I-I-I...Um...Uh---I..." Tessa's face was starting to flush red as Ethan's face came quite close to hers.

"Come on, Darling," he smirked. "You wear that stuff often enough, what does it taste like?"

Tessa was flustered; she had no idea what to say. What was worse was that Ethan just kept getting closer, even when there were no gaps left between them. And then they were kissing.

Tessa had no idea what was going on at first, but she soon relaxed into the kiss. Ethan wasn't a half-bad kisser, she couldn't deny that. He moved his hands to her hips and Tessa placed her own hands on Ethan's biceps.

When they broke apart, they stayed that way, only now staring into each other’s eyes.

"So," Tessa asked. "What does it taste like?"