Lip Ring
You think the new girl is strange. She was so rude when you first introduced yourselves to each other. You give her the typical, ‘hey there nice to meet you,’ kind of grin and all she does is stare into space, responding with a delayed grimace. Weird. The girl doesn’t open her mouth to say anything until you ask for her name.
“Jessica,” she replies. Silence ensues.
As class president, it’s your duty to show her, her seat. That is as much as you feel obliged to do and you avoid talking to her for the rest of the day. Awkward silences with strange girls just aren’t your thing, at least that’s what you think.
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It’s been three weeks and two days since you last talked to her. You actually counted and you’re not sure why. You sit in a huddled circle with your girlfriends giggling over what happened over last weekend’s party discussing who hooked up with who and the antics people pulled.
Your eyes flicker towards the door, anticipating. Your girlfriends continue to talk as you see Jessica walk in. Suddenly, last weekend’s party isn’t so interesting anymore. No one notices her except you and the friends she’s made. She’s moussed her strawberry blonde tinted hair today, purposely messy. You stare at the neat side swept fringe that you often catch her brushing aside, eyes drawn down her to her perfect little nose. Something glistens and your attention is averted to her lips as you spot a sparkling diamond stud sitting on the side of her bottom lip.
Jessica sits down while her friends marvel over her piercing. Your friend traces your line of sight and see’s you watching Jessica.
“Ugh, that piercing is fucking ugly,” your friend sneers making your friends laugh as their attention is suddenly drawn on her, “Don’t you think so, Yuri?”
Seeking approval, your friend waits for your answer, “Uh…yeah,” you softly mumble, when you really mean ‘no’.
Taking another glance you spot her friends lightly prodding the place where her lip stud sits. Jessica playfully pushes their hands away as she breaks into a smile. You’re starting to regret ditching her on her first day when the group discussion moves from her lip ring to what the latest lip gloss line is. You don’t really care after they stop talking about Jessica, but then you wonder whether she’s wearing any right now.
For the rest of the week, you find yourself staring at her lips.
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Right now, you’re trying to listen to your math teacher explaining something about trigonometric functions, but it’s hard when Jessica’s sitting only a couple of seats in front of you. She rests her head on her hand as she’s trying to figure out a problem. You predict that she’ll brush her fringe aside, and as expected she does using her other hand. The dim afternoon glow outlines a silhouette of the girl sitting beside the window. She taps her pen on the table and pouts. You notice that she does this a lot when she’s thinking. With her little pink tongue she teases the ring on her lip from side to side before biting down on it as she jots down her answer and you unconsciously do the same. You imagine how those soft, lush lips would feel on yours.
All the while, you haven’t written a single thing down on your own paper. Your teacher catches you slacking off. He calls out your name, but your brain doesn’t register his voice. He repeats himself, before you can take your eyes off Jessica; she see’s you staring at her.
In a fluster, you let out an incoherent babble causing the whole class to laugh. Your cheeks flush, not because you made a fool of yourself but because she caught you staring. You take another glance at her to see her reaction and she’s laughing soundlessly, with one hand covering her mouth.
She notices you looking at her as she laughs and quickly turns away still chuckling uncontrollably. It appears that she won’t stop anytime soon.
The teacher proceeds to give you a lecture in front of the class, and you end up getting detention. Lucky for you, the teacher’s having a bad day and Jessica receives one too, for laughing at you during his little lecture.
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She sits by her desk with her arms crossed, lips slightly protruded, visibly annoyed. It’s 3:30pm on a warm Friday afternoon and she’s stuck in class with the mean bitch who ditched her on her first day at her new school; you. You feel slightly guilty, but you’re also a little selfish and you’re glad that she’s the one here in detention with you.
The teacher seems just as annoyed Jessica that she has to stay back to look after two students who’ve misbehaved in their class. Knowing that you’re class president, the teacher cuts you and Jessica a little slack and goes out for a cup of coffee in the staff lounge, expecting you to complete work while she’s gone.
When the teacher leaves you whisper, “Sorry, for getting you in trouble.”
She stares mindlessly at the floor as her finger twirls the ring on her lip. She pulls it gently and lets go. You gulp, feeling a little flushed when your mind wanders.
“It’s ok,” she replies effectively dampening the atmosphere with only two words.
However, after spending weeks watching Jessica from afar you know it’s normal. You’ve even labeled this phenomenon the “Sica effect.”
“So what made you decide to get a lip piercing?” you ask, at least it’s a good excuse to stare at her plump lips.
“I just felt like it,” she replies. Your heart races a little because she seems genuine with that smile she gives you.
“Do you want one too?” she continues, “You should get a Monroe piercing, it’d look good on you.”
The conversation flows and you end up finding the weirdest things about her. Apparently, she doesn’t like cucumbers and you like that she doesn’t.
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So I don't know whether I should continue. I have another part written up, but I can't think of an ending. It's so me not to follow through.
I also have an idea for a short Jeti fic too, I'll see how things go.