“I’d get a bad case of brain freeze just trying to take three continuous sips on that puny straw, how could you possibly expect me to finish all of that in one gulp?” I let out an incredulous snort, trying to make her see how implausible her accusation was.

Stubborn like someone I know very well, she refuses to see reason. “Yes, cause knowing you and how annoyingly bullheaded you are, you’d try to just to spite me..”

“Well.. true.. but..”

“But?”

“I’m not gonna do that to you. To others, yes. You? No.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You never do.” I remind her. “Yet despite it, I’ve always kept my word and so far, dispelled some of your doubts about me. So c’mon Kennard, gimme the benefit of the doubt this time..”

She opens her mouth to say something then closes it quickly again. I sense her hesitation. Hah! I think I got her there. “No.” She answers unexpectedly. Damn. Spoke too soon.

“Please..”

“No.”

“I’m parched..”

“Then swallow your saliva.”

“But I don’t have enough to quench my thirst..”

“Not my problem.”

“Can you give me some of yours then?”

“Ugh.. you’re sick!”

“What? If you’re too greedy to share your smoothie, then the least you could do to help this thirsty classmate of yours is to swap saliva with me..”

“Bette Porter, you’re impossible!”

“Nah, I’m just thirsty.”

“Fine, you really want a sip?” She glares at me, squeezing her cup murderously.

“Yes please.” I beam from ear to ear.

“Then here you go.” She smirks sardonically before proceeding to hack up a great deal of saliva and spitting inside her drink. I sat there wide-eyed and slack-jawed as I watch her mix the smoothie-saliva concoction with the straw, a shit-eating grin on her face. “Here..” She thrusts the cup near my frozen face. “Enjoy..”

Holy shit.

This girl was truly something else, wasn’t she? A true work of art. She grossed me out and aroused me at the same fucking time. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to jump her bones. I like a girl with guts. It turns me on.