*1 year later*
I looked in the mirror... Hmmph, seems normal. From the outside you wouldn't in a million years be able to tell that I was the devil's very own creation. What else would make such a monstrosity? I looked just like any other teen, I aged along with them, I got those disgusting pimples just like them, but no matter how much I wish it'd be true I wasn't one of them. One kiss from me and you're gone. I haven't kissed anyone since.. my angel though and I wan't planning on it.
"Kimmy, your ride's here!" shouted my mom from the upstairs living room (Did I mention I'm adopted? Trust me altough I do love my mother, having my birth mother take care of me would've probably been a lot easier. For one thing I would've probably known not to kiss). I ran upstairs and to the front door. I shouted my goodbye to my mom as I opened it. Sure enough my friend, Toni, was there smirking at me.
"Cute outfit." she smiled as I got into her hot pink car. Yep, hot pink. Toni was that one girl. I looked down at my outfit and recognized my lacey white top paired with some slightly bedazzled light pink shorts, and of course some pretty white snadals to seal the deal. Of course Toni complimented it, pink was included. I rolled my eyes at her and followed it with a playful smirk of my own. Off to school we were then.
*Later at lunch*
You know how I said I was just like every other teenage girl and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference unless I kissed you? Well, that's not exactly true. I mean, it's not something big or anything, and I guess it doesn't make me seem so different, but there is one thing. Since the.. accident with Adrian, I can't really interact with guys without feeling this certain urge to kiss them. I can usually control it but sometimes.. sometimes I'm scared I won't be able to. Now the perfect solution for this you would say is to of course just start going to an all girl school right? But what if you just don't have the money and even if you did your mom believes that you should interact with the human race regardless of sex? Trust me I've had this conversation with my mom before. I don't even know why she sees it as such a bad idea.
Anyways sometimes this makes me seem a little wierd, and therefore I don't have many friends. It's safe to say that Toni is my only real friend. I am sooo lucky to have most classes with her! But sometimes even with her around the guy thing can still be a problem... like right now.
"C'mon Kim, he's totally nice and he has no friends like legit! We can't just leave him to eat alone! You don't even have to talk to him, I'll do the talking if you still have that phobia of yours bad." Toni said, trying to persuade me.
"No, it's okay don't worry. I'll just sit like a table away.You can eat lunch with him and conversate or watevs if you want. All I'm saying is I'm not even sitting close to that guy." I know I probably sounded like a total a-hole but c'mon the guy was pretty cute... I'm still a girl you know? The urge to kiss a guy gets even stronger when I'm physically or emotionally (not that I can ever get to know him that far) attracted to him.
"Are you sure? I thought sitting at the same table would help your phobia a little and it would also make this guy feel a little welcome to this school of gloominess. Two birds one stone?" she shrugged at me, as if to suggest that she thought it was a good idea. And she was right if my "phobia" was really just a phobia then she'd be being a great friend right now. And Higinton High School was a pretty gloomy school, Toni would probably be the only highlight of the poor guy's day. All these thing's didn't matter though because my phobia wasn't a phobia and I couldn't partake in being the highlight of his day.
"I'm sure." I nodded. Toni looked at me one last time as if to make sure I was really okay with this. I just sorta smiled at her but I guess it was good enough because she smiled back and went to sit across from the boy. I sat about a table away, maybe a little more, like I said I would and began to eat.
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Death with a kiss
Ficção AdolescenteHe was quiet. He was quiet and he was innocently adorable. I shouldn't have fallen in love with him. I shouldn't have but I did. To my defence, I didn't know back then what my kiss might do to anybody. To my dispear it doesn't change the fact that...
