Counting Down

Chapter 1: the kiss

WARNING: This story contains some inappropriate language.

New Years Eve,

Times Square.

I can't believe I came here all the way from Connecticut for this!

It's not my fault though, I didn't choose to come here. It was Angie's idea. I'd rather watch the ball drop from the safety and comfort of my couch with a warm blanket wrapped around me. As you can see, I'm not very social, Angie on the other hand is. That's why we're here. She insisted that we find midnight hook ups. Apperently, kissing someone at midnight on New Years Eve is good luck.

I could use some luck.

I've had the total of 3 relationships in the past and all of those terrible jerks only dated me to get to Angie. I don't blame them though, Angie is perfect. Her parents named her after 'Angel', she can probably be mistakened for one. She has long, blonde hair that falls to her waist, big gray eyes and a award winning smile that makes boys go loco. She's got a tiny little waist, and a tiny little nose with a perfect petite body. She doesn't chase after guys, they chase after her.

I on the other hand, am not the typical perfect, pretty girl that guys swoon over. In fact, the closest I've gotten to that is fantasizing about it. I've got untamable, brown hair and boring brown eyes. There are endless possibilities of eye colors, but you know me I had to get the color of poop. Seriously? Poop?!

Tonight though, I will admit that I look better than usual. I actually took the time to brush and straighten my hair, and go shopping for an outfit that shows off my barely-there curves. I even bought a push-up bra from Victoria's Secret so my embarassing 32A boobs will look bigger! I can't believe I was actually bothered to put on more make up other than my usual mascara. I went all the way with foundation, eyeliner, eyeshadow and a peachy colored lipstick.

I don't know how Angie isn't freezing right now. I literally look like and eskimo in my poofy white winter jacket, and my teeth are still chattering. I look over at Angie and see that she's dancing along to the music, bare legs goosebump-less and she isn't wearing a jacket. I would be lying if I weren't jealous of my best friend. She's gorgeous, kind and has every guy in school chasing after her. She's confident, smart, and has a incredible voice. I'm just the popular girl's best friend.

5 minutes until Midnight

Am I actually going to kiss someone? Am I really going to go through with this? I know Angie will, but I'm. not. her.

"Sky!" I hear a voice call for me. I ignore it because I hate talking to Angie while she's drunk "SKYLAR!" I whip my head around and frown. I hate my name. It's usually considered a guy's name and Angie knows how much I hate it.

She's drunk though, and she's trying to get my attention, which worked.

"Angie, I don't think I wanna kiss someone toni-"

"Of course you do." she slurs slapping her hand on my shoulder a little harder than intended. I will never understand why teenagers enjoy getting drunk. It's completely unattractive and immature.

Wow, I sound like my mom.

"No, seriously Ang, I don't want too." I say, my eyebrows slighty creasing upwards in worry.

"I knew you'd say that." she says walking me away from the stage.

"What?" I'm confused, shouldn't she be trying to persuade me to lock lips with some stranger?

"That's why you are going to introduce yourself to that hottie bo-totty with a models body." she pulls off my jacket and I instantly feel the cold air stinging my skin... I also feel exposed.