Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 140
The lights were completely out and the sound of
people licking each other’s mouths (okay, maybe
that’s a bad description) filled the air. Should I kiss
Savannah? I want to but would she? What if the
lights go on and she sees it’s me? Then it’ll be weird
between us; that’s if we’re still friends! Who knows?
After I kiss her, she might realize what a creep I am!
I internally debated with myself when I sighed. “I’m
gonna go for it,” I muttered under my breath. I
reached out in the direction she was in a few
seconds before the lights went out. I’m praying that
she didn’t move and, God forbid, my sister is right
there. Just the thought of that makes me want to
I grabbed her shoulders and leaned down. I heard
her breathing get heavier and I smirked slightly. I
pressed my lips to hers and wanted to sigh in
content. They were soft, like I’d expected, and her
mouth tastes like soda, but it’s nice. My body felt
warm. She stood still for a minute before she started
to kiss me back. I hope she doesn’t think this is
someone else…like, maybe, Francis? I’d seen him
aimlessly walking around, flirting with girls. Why am
I thinking about Francis when I’m kissing Savannah?
Talk about weird.
I hope she likes the taste of skittles. I ate two packs
before I found her on the balcony. She reached her
hands up and placed them on my shoulders. I felt
her shift and she was standing on the tips of her
toes, using my shoulders for support. What if I
stepped back? She’d fall straight on her face, landing
in a heap on the floor. I suppressed a laugh.
My hands were on her waist, holding her in place.
She took her hands off of my shoulders and went to
touch my hair but I grabbed her hands and placed
them on my shoulders again, shaking my head. It’s
not like I don’t want her to touch my hair (does this
make me sound creepy?) but it’s just that my hair
would give it away.
When the counter was at 27 seconds, she slowly
backed up. I realized that this was probably the last
time I’d get a chance to anonymously kiss her.
Cocky now, are we? I mean, maybe the last chance
I’d get to kiss her…ever. I grabbed her shoulders
once more and pressed my mouth to hers before I
let her go.
“Merry Christmas,” my voice came out raspier than I
planned it to but it’s better. She won’t know it was
me. I hoped that my lips weren’t red and swollen. I
noticed that Francis was standing right across from
us. I clenched my teeth as he looked at me and
raised his eyebrows. I gave him a glare before
turning to see people around us coupled up.
Savannah had a panicked look on her face. I don’t
regret it. Sierra’s face was red and she was wiping
her hair out of her eyes. I narrowed my eyes at
Blake. Sabrina was smirking and she caught my
gaze. Her eyes widened slightly and she took a step
closer, scrutinizing my appearance. I heard Sierra
whisper something to Savannah and Savannah
shrugged; her eyes had a tint of crazy in them.
“I have to go,” she muttered a bit louder. She didn’t
turn to look at me and she hastily made it out of the
party. I frowned slightly before realizing that if you
went to a party alone and you were anonymously
kissed, you’d be freaked out, too.
Sierra turned to look at me, her eyes curious. “Did
you kiss her?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stated as I
turned and walked away. I walked out to the balcony
and looked over the edge.
“What a far drop,” I heard Francis declare. If he was
trying to make an entrance, he failed. It’s not even
that far of a drop.
“Not really,” I replied casually as I turned around to
look at him.
He stared at me for a moment before he narrowed
his eyes. “You like her, don’t you?”