Escapade.

Chapter 6- The First K-nevermind

Sam's POV

The tip of the spinning bottle landed on me. Obviously it would land on me. Where else would it go?

I looked up to see who would be questioning me. It was Kyle. Of course it would be Kyle. Who else would it be?

We made awkward eye contact.

"Truth or dare?", he asked me.

I started to think. This was not a decision that could be rushed into. It had to be thought about, and carefully. I knew the dangers that could come from picking either one, and they were not good. Still, I could not back out. I did not want to look like a chicken. Especially not in front of him.

"Dare", I said, choosing the lesser of the two evils. I could not answer truthfully about any questions asked by my crush, about my crush.

"So how does it go?", he asked, "Do I give you three dares and you do any two?"

"Yes", I said.

"OK then", he said, rubbing his hands in anticipation, "Dare 1: Upload that video you just took on any form of social media.

Dare 2: Stab yourself in the eye."

"Those aren't really good options", I said, "What's the third dare?"

I noticed that Kyle looked kind of red, but I didn't pay much heed to it. I was much more focused on my inevitable impending doom.

"Dare 3", he said after a long pause, looking me straight in the eye, "Kiss me. On the lips."

I wasn't sure I had heard him right, but judging from the hoots that were going around the room, I was pretty sure I hadn't imagined it.

What did this mean? Why did he want to kiss me? Or was it because he had come to know that I had a crush on him, and wanted to tease me? Also, how could I kiss him? I had never had a boyfriend, and I had wanted to save my first kiss for THE ONE. I couldn't kiss him now. I wasn't even sure I wanted to. But it looked like I had no other option. I always manage to get myself into tight spots. Leave me on the sofa of my house watching TV, and I would manage to make the ninjas in the movie jump out of the screen, or something. Seriously.

Thousands of thoughts raced through my mind, but one stood out clearly— this was a bad choice-a very very bad choice— but that was only the cautious side of my brain. The rest of my brain went more like, Seriously???? This is what you've been dreaming since 3 years, and now that its here, youre having second thoughts??? REALLY???

I had zoned out during these conflicting thoughts, but I was now aware of the complete, absolute silence.

Everyone was staring at me, waiting to see what I would do.

Well, first things first.

I whipped out my phone, quickly created a fake facebook account, and uploaded the video.

Kyle grinned awkwardly, and shot a thumbs up at me.

As for the second dare, I could hardly stab my eye. So that left only one thing: I had to kiss Kyle.

Don't get me wrong. I really wanted to do this. But I was scared. Really really scared.

I decided to just do it and get it over with.

"I cannot and will not stab myself in the eye", I proclaimed, "So I will have to do the other dare, which I would rather not do."

"You have to do it for minimum 10 seconds.", said Malcolm.

Not wanting to look like a chicken, I agreed, nodding mutely.

"I need privacy", I said.

Anna pointed to the cupboard in the classroom.

Wordlessly, I walked over to it, Kyle right behind me.

We stepped in, and I closed the door. I could hear no sounds from outside, which meant everyone was listening really hard.

I looked at Kyle. There was very little space in the cupboard, and our lips were almost touching.

And then he closed whatever little space was there, and we were kissing. He put one hand behind my head, and one behind my back, holding me in place, and all I could do was grab him by the collar, and pull him closer to me. This felt so natural, so obvious. This was something that should have happened a long time ago. He groaned, as I ran my hands over his stomach and his back, and I had to fight very hard not to moan too, as he brought his hands down, and placed them on my hips.

How long had it been? 10 seconds? 20 seconds? A minute?

I didn't care. I just wanted to keep kissing him on and on and on and on and on.

I broke away to catch my breath. I was probably blushing maroon, or something darker.

But I didn't want to leave the cupboard. And neither did he, apparently, because, he put his hands behind my head a d back again, and brought his lips crashing down upon mine.

This time, I wanted some control, so I backed him up against the wall of the cupboard, and held him prisoner there. His lips were soft, like I had imagined it would be, but there was something else about them, something magical, that just made me go on kissing him forever, for eternity.

I knew I had to stop, that this was not proper, and I struggled to think, to make sense of this.

But, as hard as I tried, I could not, and did not want to think.

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A/N: OK, confession time. I've never written a kissing scene before. I've read many books containing kissing before, but I actually had no idea how to write it, so I improvised.

Please please please comment or pm me telling me what you thought about the kissing scene, because I really have no idea what it looks like to the reader.

Thanks in advance.

P.S. Please vote or comment or recommend if you like this book because it really means a lot to me ;)

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