It all started with a kiss. Well, it actually started with me needing a car. It might even be able to be pinned back to having the same English class as him. He only sat a few seats away. I didn't really pay that much attention to him. That is until he told his life story to the entire class. After that I couldn't stop thinking about him. We had two classes together and in both I had to try as hard as I could not to stare at him. He was attractive, I'll admit that much. But I didn't have a crush or anything like that. I was just fascinated with him. I knew I was becoming obsessed. I tried ignoring him, but fate decided to pair us together for an English project. We stayed after school so that we could get it done as soon as possible. He didn't do schoolwork outside of school, so the sooner we got it done the better. We ended up finishing in under an hour. For such a troubled guy he was actually very smart. Not only smart, intelligent. After signing out of the library we walked out of school together. I said bye and started walking off.

"Wait! Where are you going?" he called to me. I bit my lip to keep from smiling. I didn't think he would aknowledge me after the project was finished.

"What does it look like? I'm walking home," I said this over my shoulder. I was trying to be indifferent.

"Do you not have a car?" he asked as he jogged to catch up to me. I glanced sideways at him, but otherwise kept my head straight forward.

"No," I said curtly.

"Why not?"

"I can't afford one."

"Why not?"

"Cause I'm poor," I turned to look at him, "Got a problem with that?" I pulled my too thin jacket around me and kept walking.

"Well I have this car that I don't need and I've been trying to get rid of it. Do you want it?" This stopped me in my tracks. I really needed a car.

"Are you serious?" I slowly turned around to face him. He shrugged.

"I need to get rid of it soon. I'll trade it to you for something."

"For what?" I asked, "What do I have that you need?" See when he told his life story in class I didn't only find myself oddly fascinated, but I found that I could relate to him. I didn't like getting into it because I was embarrassed.

"A kiss."

"A what?" I was pulled from my thoughts by his request.

"A kiss," he repeated.

"But... you have a girlfriend," I stuttered. That's also another reason why I couldn't like him. He has a beautiful girlfriend that he talks about all the time. They haven't dated that long only eight months or so.

"As of now I don't. We got into a fight today and she broke it off," I could tell that he was upset by this.

"Well you guy's will probably be back together," I tried comforting him.

"Oh we will. I just need to get rid of this car." My heart sunk. I shouldn't have flattered myself.

"So you'll give me your car for a... kiss?"

"Yea."

"Why?"

"You said you didn't have money right?" He answered my question with a question.

"No," I decided then that a car for a kiss is an awesome deal and it didn't matter why he wanted it. He opened his mouth to say something else, but he was interrupted by my mouth on his. I had to reach up because he was so tall. But I managed to bring his head to mine. The kiss was actually pretty good. Better than most of the guys I've kissed, and I've kissed quite a few. He pulled me in closer and pressed his mouth hard into mine. His lips tasted good. I stuck my tongue out and ran it over the edge of his bottom lip. He shuddered and I smiled. He bit my bottom lip and as much as I tried to supress it a moan escaped my throat. This was bad. I pulled away from the kiss and started walking away.

"Wait!" he called out.

"Just bring me the car tomorrow! I have to get home," I shouted over my shoulder.

"I can give you a ride home if you want," he said. He sounded closer than he was before. He was following me.

"It's fine. I have to work soon," at that I started running. I jogged the rest of the way to my apartment. I unlocked my door, slammed it shut and locked it. I slid down against it allowing myself a few seconds of breath. I hopped up and threw on my work clothes. I locked up and biked to work. I couldn't wait to get a car. Wait. Keep him out of your thoughts. I couldn't start thinking of him. I biked faster than I usually did to work, arriving a few minutes early, still keeping him out of my mind.