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| Romantic Declarations of Love |

Alexander Blade
Friday, November 20th

As soon as her lips made contact with mine, I was done. I felt like all the pieces of my life just fell into place from that one simple gesture. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the warmth of her soft lips on my probably chapped ones. The only thing I could do was hope that she felt the same connection.

As soon as I was about to pull her closer to deepen the kiss, she pulled away. Her beautiful eyes stared widely at mine, as if she couldn't believe what she had just done.

After a few seconds of her just staring at me, she finally blinked a few times and stood back. "There's your kiss," she whispered, as if she couldn't believe that it actually happened.

"Was it the best kiss you've ever had, kitten?" I suggested, confidently. I didn't know what I would do if she said no.

"It definitely was," she said. After she realized what she had just said, she snapped back to reality, "I mean, it was alright. Not bad, not great. Just...meh."

I just laughed at her inability to cover the obvious truth. Before I could say anything back, Coach blew the whistle.

"Alright everyone to the lockers!" She yelled. I turned around back to Allison, but she was already half way across the field on her way to the lockers. I just smiled and went to catch up with Mia, Jasper, Liam, Zach and Eliza.

Allison Braidford
Friday, November 20th

I couldn't believe that I had kissed him. Sure it was part of a bet and I kind of had to, but it felt like more than that. More than just a kiss. When he asked whether or not it was the best kiss is ever had, I couldn't lie. I had only ever kissed Dylan, and he was a sloppy licker and it always felt like he was trying to eat your face. So of course, he was the best kisser I've ever kissed with. But I felt like even if I had kissed 1,000,000 guys, he would still have been the best.

I wanted more.

I wanted to feel his soft lips press onto mine and for his to just guide mine in an exotic dance that would last forever.

But it could never be. He's...him and I'm...me. He's perfect I'm not. He's popular I'm not. He goes for girls like Andrea and Chelsea and not for outcasts like me. He probably just kissed me to add to his long list of girls that he's scored. Maybe he's just hanging out with me for that sole reason. If anything, he just wanted to be friends and thought it would be good to wager something funny like a kiss.

So many thoughts ran through my head, giving me a massive headache. In third period, I asked Mr.Bracken if I could go to the clinic for my headache. He's a nice guy so he let me go and hoped that I would feel better. I thanked the heavens that Chelsea wasn't in that class, or else she would have given me hell for leaving.

You're just overthinking this. Maybe he does actually like you and you're just too dumb to see it. You two would be a cute couple. Haven't you noticed how he is wrapped around your little finger? He gave you $20 because of your effort. Did you notice how possessive and jealous he got when Dylan said that you and him had sex? He's so into you.

I had my mom pick me up and drop me off at home. That's where I remembered something.

The party.