Cranberry Vodka (Billie Eilish)

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"Bitch she kissed you?" Lauren screamed of joy.

"Chill, I've thought about it. I think it was a trick. To see my nipples. I think she's into piercings. She wanted to see mine and I said no"

"You really think she just kissed you because she wanted to see your nipples?" She asked sarcastically.

"Yeah. Now that I see it from a different perspective, she definitely did that. It meant nothing"

"Did she see them though?"

"No, but she felt them and definitely wanted to see them."

"And are you gonna tell Kacper?"

"I dont know. I mean it's like I kissed a friend, right? Except she isn't anymore."

"Still don't understand that part," Lauren claimed, and I stayed silent.

"Do you think I should tell him?"

"I don't know, I mean if you won't he's probably never gonna know, but I think I'd still do it. Maybe he doesn't even mind if it was with a girl. Boys fantasize lesbians"

"Urgh, men are awful"

"Nothing new"

"Not at all"

Two weeks went by and I haven't spoken to Billie since. In addition, she barely showed up in school, or at least I didn't see her often. Kacper and I were on great terms. I planned to introduce him to my family next weekend, but before that I still needed to tell him about the kiss. I was a nervous wreck, afraid he was going to freak out and break-up with me, but I've felt too guilty not to tell him for the past weeks.

We were sitting in his room on his bed and just watching football, when I finally collected enough courage to start a conversation, I never thought I'd have.

"I need to tell you something," I said with obvious hesitation.

"Can't that wait till after the game?" He said without looking up.

"Actually no, it can't. Please?" I needed to get it off my chest now. It's been like that for the last three days. Every time I wanted to tell him, something else was more important and I always gave in happily, and then we never talked about it.

"Fine. What is it?" He asked, clearly annoyed.

"I kissed someone else," I confessed with a shaking voice.

"What?" He said furiously. "Who was it? Was it that Justin boy? You seemed to have gotten along with him pretty well" I noticed his vein on his forehead popping up in anger.

"No, it was a girl," I said, scared of his reaction. I've never told him I'm bi and I'm not sure if he follows my insta captions.

"A girl? Why didn't you say so?" He said and relaxed his palms again.

"Em I don't know, because I still kissed someone that wasn't you," I replied confused. "I didn't know that changed anything"

"Did you have sex?" "

"No, it was just a drunk kiss"

"That's fine," 

"What?" I asked confused, "aren't you like mad about it or somethin'?"

"I would have been. if it would have been another guy, but another girl? That's just hot. Next time invite me"

"Excuse me?" I looked at him shocked. Not quite understanding in which kinda porn-movie he was living in.

"I thought you girls are like doing it all the time?" He asked confused.

"Yeah, but I was like a real kiss, for longer than a few seconds"