My Stolen First Kiss

Chapter 1

Five years later...

My best friend of eleven years was visiting today. She had moved from Australia to America three years ago, and we had been in contact the entire time; usually talking via Skype, Facebook, or via phone call. Although Lucy was the head cheerleader at her American school - and hence, popular - she was not a bitch. The main reason we had stayed friends for so long though was that she had been there for me after the incident; the incident where my mother had passed away.

I glanced up at my watch. 7:15am, it read. Wait!! 7:15am?!?!?!!?!?!?!!? I jumped out of my bed, and rushed around my room to find my clothes that I had picked out the night before based on today's weather forecast. I had to be at the airport at 8am to pick Lucy up, and it was a 30min drive to the airport. I shoved my clothes on, forced a brush through my hair, and ran downstairs to tell my Dad that I had to leave immediately.

I ran outside and got into the driver's seat of my baby; a white Volkswagen beetle. I am 16, and recently got my learner's licence, which means that I need adult supervision to drive. Even though I was - actually... am - against driving and being in cars since the incident, I still needed a practical mode of transport, and hence, I would only use my car in dire circumstances. After five minutes, my Dad got into the passenger seat, and I started my journey to the airport.

I was late... Even though I had left at 7:30, I was still late. It was my first time actually driving to the airport, so I was really cautious the entire time and doub- actually... triple checked both ways before I went through an intersection; even if traffic lights were present. The 30min journey for my father ended up taking me 40mins.

I parked the car, before my father and I rushed into the airport to find Lucy. After what felt like ages searching for her, I found her at Wendy's eating donuts and sipping her coke. I started walking towards her, but before I could even make it to her table, she had jumped up and crushed me in a bone-crushing hug. I hugged back just as tightly. I hadn't physically seen her in four years, and it felt great to be in her presence again.

I pulled back and saw her five suitcases. I have no idea how she managed to deal with five suitcases, but somehow Lucy managed it. She's a real superhero, she is.

"How long are you staying for?" I asked her.

Lucy shrugged and replied, "A couple weeks".

"Okay, cool. Comeon, lets go," I said, heading over to her luggage. I handed Dad the keys to the car, as I wouldn't be able to drive back home, as Lucy wasn't an immediate family member of mine. I then grabbed two suitcases, Lucy grabbed two, and Dad grabbed the last one.

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Lucy sat down cross-legged on my bed before looking up at me. She then burst into laughter.

"What?" I asked her, confused.

"Your *laugh* your *laugh* h...hair!" she said.

I then got off of the bed and had a look in my mirror at my hair. I thought that I had made it look semi-decent, but no; it was a mess. My normally slightly wavy brown-blonde hair was tangled and knotted. I had even put my shirt on backwards!! My jeans were thankfully on the right way and zipped up, my gold chain was still fastened around my neck, and my face was clear of makeup, as always. I was what most people would call pretty; I had a straight nose that was neither too large nor too small, wide brown eyes, long blonde hair (although it was slightly on the brown spectrum), white teeth that were nearly straight, and the only blemishes present on my face were the small amount of freckles on my cheeks. I quickly fixed up my shirt and brushed my hair before turning back to Lucy; mock anger clearly visible in my facial expressions.

"You knew!" I accused her, pointing my right index finger at her, "You knew about the monstrosity that is my hair, yet you never told me!"

"Mr Hunter didn't either," Lucy replied, smirking at me.

I ran down stairs, continuing the game.

"Dad!" I yelled, "Where are you?"

"In the kitchen Kayley" he shouted back.

I then ran to the kitchen before stopping in front of my Dad preparing to cook a roast chicken.

"You knew" I said, looking at him.

"Knew what, hunny?" he asked.

"That my hair was a mess!" I exclaimed, placing my hands on my hips.

"I...I..." my Dad started to say.

I burst out laughing. It was fun messing with my Dad about my hair. He still hadn't realised that I don't obsess over how I look.

"You're forgiven Dad" I said before giving him a hug and walking to the bottom of the stairs, where I found Lucy laughing uncontrollably.

"His *laugh* face!" she exclaimed.

"Haha, yeah. I know" I said, "Comeon, let's go back upstairs and watch some Netflix or something. You know, laugh at the clichéd movies and fawn over the hot boys. "

"Let's go," Luce said before dragging my upstairs.

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I laid on my bed, thinking....  Lucy was sleeping beside me, but I couldn't sleep.  School was starting up again soon and I would be in my first senior year.  I had no friends at school, as I avoided most people.  I knew what a loss of a person did to me, and I didn't want to make friends only to have my heart broken by them. 

I had made the library my recluse, and spent every lunch time in there reading.  If someone approached me, I would tell them to go away.  Many of the boys, at first, attempted to ask me out because they thought I was pretty, but I always said no.  Now, everyone leaves me alone.  Even the teachers understood; they gave me projects to do alone instead of in a group. 

Lucy was my only friend, and I could only truly have fun when she was around or when I was home hanging out with my Dad.  My Dad didn't blame me for the incident, but I knew that it was my fault.  I didn't want others close to me to get hurt because of me.  The main reason Lucy and I were still friends was because she was stubborn, and make sure to always talk to me.  She didn't believe that it was my fault either.  But it was.  If I had never introduced myself to Thomas, I would have never had my first kiss stolen, and my mother wouldn't have gotten killed in a car crash.  It was all my fault. 

Eventually, I fell into a restless sleep.

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