124Miette
The Irony of Kisses
Okay.
I have no idea what I'm doing, where I'm going or why I'm even doing something so stupid.
So, skipping school on the second day here probably wasn't the most brilliant of my ideas.
But I have an excuse!
Someone kissed me today.
…
Alright, that sounds like a totally lame excuse and I'm sure some people would be thinking, "What the hell?! What's the big deal, I get kissed everyday by my boy/girlfriend."
I suppose, this is natural, since today's youth has taken Hormones to a whole new generation and "if you're not tapping that…someone else is!"
Yet, I digress.
Although, sex does seem to be how the world turns round each day, I have not joined myself to the multitudes of Hormones walking up and down the street, sending out the vibe, "Bang Me, I'm Easy!"
My first kiss was stolen today.
And damn it, I want it back!
That may not mean a lot to some people, but it means a lot to me!
I had just recently moved to and I was pretty sure I had not been attracting enough attention to make someone want to kiss me!
'Who does he think he is?' I had thought. 'Don-freakin' Juan?'
He just assumed he could corner the New Girl and plant one on her to get her to shut up?!
Not to mention, after he just got into a very public fight with some blonde cheerleader!
…
I swear I had nothing to do with it!
From what I could remember, (I tuned out as soon as she burst into tears) Kiss Stealer was seen kissing some other girl (Ironic, huh?) and Blonde Cheerleader heard it from some girl who heard it from some other girl who heard it from her cousin's boyfriend's brother…
Or was it boyfriend's cousin's brother...?
Confusing huh?
So anyway, Blonde Cheerleader started screaming at him about how he is such a cheater and she should've never gone out with him.
Last thing she screamed at him, before bursting into tears was, "I CAN'T BELIEVE I LOVED YOU!"
Wow.
I mean, I had already figured that this was some hell of a town, considering my new house was huge in comparison to my old little closet…but the rent is for peanuts! I guessed, if you don't have an eight bedroom home, with an indoor and outdoor pool, a spa and a personal entertainment wing, you were a pauper.
Please sir…May I have some more?
'This guy's a real heartbreaker,' I'd thought. 'Remind me to stay away from him.'
Oh, how the intelligent have fallen!
By the time Blonde Cheerleader started to crying, most of the crowd was restless and started to leave. Kiss Stealer wasn't reacting to anything she said. He just stood there and raised his eyebrow at her in disbelief. Like he told her he was going to cheat on her.
Hey, maybe he had. I was new to this place, remember?
Next thing I knew, the bell has rung and I was fighting to part the crowds as I move to my 4th period classroom. It was times like this where I wished I had the fear of God in me…Forget parting the red sea, it was the wretched students in my way!
Of course, the crowds of students pushed me into the wrong direction and I ended up getting lost. I should've known that following the crowd until I somehow miraculously get where I'm going wasn't going to work out!
Pretty soon, the hallways were empty and I was all alone trying to figure out which way I was supposed to go…using a map.
Note to New Kids: Never, I repeat, never use a school map. It's the most confusing thing you will try and decipher. My head was spinning just from looking at it.
But back to my story:
I had finally figured out the way to go and started doing a little jig down the hallway.
It's kind of random of me, I know, but it's how I am. I think I got it from my dad. We liked to sing and dance in public places.
I believed that's the only thing I got from him.
My mother and I had moved to leave him.
"Him and all those memories," My mother said.
I was just about to open the door to my classroom when I see him.
He was slumped against some lockers and had his head down in between his knees.
From this day, I will forever curse myself of my do-gooder nature… Next time, I see someone slumped against a locker, whom seems to look forlorn; I'm doing what every other smart person does: Continue on my way.
I walked up to him and again, I cursed my do-gooder nature for saying this,
"You're gonna be late, y'know."
No answer. I mean, how rude! I can't even get a body movement from this guy?
So I took my foot and lightly nudged him in the side.
"Hey…Hey, are you awake?"
Yet again, I don't get an answer.
I frowned.
If he thought I was going to let him skip, he thought wrong!
The second time, I dug my foot into his side and started scolding,
"Hey! Wake up! My god, you lazy butt, you're gonna be late for class. Honestly, the classroom is right there! If you don't get up…"
I stopped in mid rant when a big hand clapped over my mouth. He had gotten up and I hadn't even noticed.
"Mmm…Mmmph!" I made a face and licked his hand.
"What the hell?!"
He continued to curse obscenities as he wiped his hand on his jeans. I'd licked a wet one.
I couldn't help but grin triumphantly. I had won!
He shot me a dirty look, and I finally got to see his face. I hadn't been properly paying attention earlier because Blonde Cheerleader was out doing him in the Dramatics.
'Daaaamn!'
I'll admit it; he is a good looking boy.
He towered over me at around 6ft. 2 inches. His hair was a dark brown, which flipped up slightly at the ends; his bangs flopped into his eyes. Dear me…His eyes had to be the most intense shade of amber, I've ever seen!
Up until then, I hadn't realized that I must've been staring at him for a while…His left eyebrow is pierced and I had the un-canniest want to flick the barbell…which would've been a bad idea, considering that he was looking like he wanted to backhand me.
Ouch.
I tore my gaze away from his and cleared my throat.
"Uh…I'm, uh…sorry for licking your hand. That was kind of disgusting of me."
I could feel his eyes burning into me, and I met his gaze.
"Uh…"
What did he want me to do? Grovel at his feet for forgiveness? I mean, come on, it was just one lick!
"I love you?"
His eyebrow rose and his eyes gave me a "What the hell?" look.
"Oh crap! Sorry! Wrong words! Uh…Uh…"
I've never been good at apologizing…
He shook his head and stepped towards me.
I gave a squeak and backed up. He stepped towards me again. I backed up again.
This little dance continued until I took a step back…and a locker got in my way.
Curse lockers! Curse them!
He was still coming toward me. Slowly…But surely.
I could feel the shivers up my spine from when he was about three inches away from me. I was pretty sure my facial expression had given away shock, surprise…and fright.
Sure, he's gorgeous and everything but…wouldn't you be afraid?
Think about it.
"I've only been in this school for 2 days, I have no clue where I'm going, I have no friends, I don't even know you, and you're really scaring me and I seriously hope to God that you're not planning to rape me. Oh God please, don't rape me! I should be screaming now shouldn't I? Oh my God, oh my God, oh my-"
His voice stopped me from continuing.
"Shut up."
Just to clear things up…Yeah, I had said that all out loud. Damn my involuntary vocal actions, damn them!
I gazed up at him from my meager 5"4 height and shuddered.
He was so close.
Too close.
I hate intimidation.
I tried to babble out an apology while slipping away discreetly, but as usual, I was too obvious.
He pulled me back towards him. I gaped at his forwardness before spluttering,
"Wha-what are you doing?"
He smirked before replying,
"Shut up."
Okay, now I was just getting annoyed. Who is he to tell me to shut up?
"Let me go!"
I wiggled out of his grasp and tried to walk to away…
Only to be pulled back into his arms and have his lips crashing down onto mine.
'MY FIRST KISS!'
There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. My first kiss, being stolen by a really hot guy I don't even know…and I don't really want to know him. Not after this!
Even if I did get a tingling feeling shot up my spine and the butterflies in my stomach started playing tennis...
But the kiss only lasted a few seconds…I blame two things.
The bell and the fact that I pushed him away so fast my arms got air-burn.
'How dare he?!'
I stared at him, wide- eyed.
He smirked at me.
"I told you to shut up."
I continued staring at him, as all the people came out of classrooms, moving around me and him. We just stood there. Staring at each other. He, with a smirk on his face; confidence practically oozing from his body and me, with my jaw slack, my eyes wide and my capability of forming a simple sentence demolished, except for one:
"How could you?"
I broke his gaze immediately and took off down the hallway. I'm not even sure if he heard me. I'm not even sure why I asked him that. I'm not even sure why I ran until I got to a door, pushed it open and escaped.
Seriously, I'm not sure anymore.
For the past hour, I've walked around aimlessly, trying to figure out what to do.
I thought about going home but, school doesn't end until 3. Even then, my Mom wouldn't expect me home until around 3:20.
"Maybe you'll make a new friend!" My mother had beamed at me, this morning.
Me? New friend?
Puh!
I can already tell that I'm not going to fit in here too well. The people are too…pretty. And organized. And…perfect.
They're everything I'm not.
I know, I sounded like a total pessimist but it's true. Everyone at Lincoln Private High School was so fan-freakin'-tabulous!
(I did mention that I was going to a private school right? Scholarship, baby…It takes you places.)
How can I fit in when everyone looks like they've stepped onto the red carpet, like some sort of movie star, while I still look like I belong in middle school?
Oh well… I don't think I really want to fit in anyway. It would probably take too much work. I can hardly afford my cell phone, much less cosmetic surgery! (Lunch room topic of the day. Very entertaining. )
I guess I'm just going to have to lose points for maturity.
I mean, I'm pretty sure no one else in Lincoln High looks like a china doll, with pale skin, long black ringlets, and dark blue eyes and to top it off…a hair ribbon.
Trust me, 2 little old ladies had asked me if I was lost and called me, "Such a darling child!"
…Gee thanks, Grams.
I checked my watch again to see if I could start walking home yet.
It's 3:21.
Home, here I come!
I raced home, my makeshift school bag slapping against my thigh as I grinned and opened my mouth to sing "Kiss the Girl".
"Sha la la la la la
My oh my
Look like the boy too shy
He ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Ain't that sad
Ain't it a shame, too bad
You're gonna miss the girl."
The Little Mermaid. Awesome Disney Movie. You should watch.
Of course, I snapped my mouth shut as soon as I realized what I was doing. (Singing about kissing? Not good!)
I soon came upon my quaint little house and I smiled. In truth, it was actually a guest house in the back of someone's estate, but they didn't want it anymore. Actually, they were planning on demolishing it, but my mother was very persuasive.
I threw the door open, and turned to my left announcing,
"Mommy, I hate this school, can I transfer?"
My mother looked up from her book. She was in our front room, stretched comfortably on our burgundy leather couch. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and I smiled fondly at her.
"Bad day at school?" She questioned, as she stood up and walked to the kitchen.
"Horrible," I said cheerfully as I followed her.
"Mmmm, really?" She opened up the fridge and started murmuring to herself dinner dishes she could make.
Without thinking, I answered her, "Yeah, I got lost, I hate my Geography teacher and I had my first kiss stolen today."
Mom froze. Tensely, she straightened and stared at me.
"Excuse me?" She asked.
'Uh oh," I gulped.
"Rewind! Not good, NOT GOOD!"
"Miette, is this true?" She questioned me softly. "Someone kissed you today?"
I looked around the room for a distraction. Darting an arm out, I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into while speaking.
"Well, you know…-munch,munch- it kinda…-crunch!- and uh…-munch, munch- sorry?"
Her blue eyes flashed at me.
My mom has a bit of an issue with me and the opposite sex. Personally, I blame my father for hurting her, but I really needed to learn to keep some things to myself.
"Miette, answer me."
Oh god. I was going to die…At the tender age of 16 and I was going to die at the hands of my mother! The woman who gave me life and she was damn well going to take it away!
So I did the only thing practical…I turned and ran for my life, out of my house.
"Miette!" I heard her yell after me; "Come back here!"
Being the overdramatic girl, I was I hollered back at her, "He kissed me Mom! Don't kill me! I'll be back at 5!"
'Okay...It's only been 15 minutes,' I had thought to myself, 'Mom is going to need at least 30 more minutes to cool off...and get out of the kitchen.'
I shuddered.
Pointy objects. Not good.
Luckily, I had found a park about 10 minutes away from home. The perfect place to be unnoticed. I watched the people walk by me. Lovers, Friends, Brothers, Sisters...
It's amazing what you can see at a park.
Especially this one. It was beautiful. A huge expanse of rich, green grass; a darling little playground for young children complete with slides, swings and monkey bars; benches placed around randomly.
I think I've found my "spot".
I beamed happily as I leaned back on an old oak tree, watching two children, a boy and a girl, chasing each other around, shrieking with joy.
"Enjoying the scenery?" I heard a familiar voice behind me. I scowled.
Although, I tried to make it a personal goal to be civil to everyone I meet…He was certainly becoming an exception.
'Oh God, you hate me, don't you?' I looked up at the sky, before looking at the infamous Kiss Stealer.
"I was, until you showed up," I grumbled, crossing my arms, hoping to send off major, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" vibes.
No such luck.
He chuckled as he sat down beside me.
I automatically shifted over to make room for him. Once I realized what I had done, my scowl deepened.
"Go away, Kiss Stealer," I snapped.
"Kiss Stealer?" He raised an eyebrow, "You're calling me Kiss Stealer?"
"Yes!" I replied through gritted teeth.
I had thought it was an intelligent, yet degrading enough name for him…Clearly, no one ever gets my mind wave.
"Wow, you've known me not even a day and already you've nicknamed me," He smirked. "You must like me."
I rolled my eyes. "No, I just don't know your name and since you did kiss me-and it was an unwanted kiss on my behalf-...I'm calling you Kiss Stealer."
"Do you want to know my name?"
"No, not really."
"Do you want to tell me your name?" He asked, a smirk (does he have any other facial expressions?) playing off of his face.
"No, not really," I repeated myself.
He leaned over and breathed in my ear, his hot breath sending the butterflies in my stomach into another rousing game of tennis,
"Are you sure?"
Edited.
I don't own "The Little Mermaid", "Kiss the Girl" or anything else that someone thought of before me.
-Sweet