New text message.
I take my phone off my dresser and turn it on. My face lights up with the light of the device. I open the notification and see its from Jacob.
I'm going to be kissing you tomorrow at school.
And I hope you won't stop me.
He and I have gotten a long ways. I'm still kinda unsure about my feelings toward him, though. I think I like him? I think about him a lot. I imagine his lips on mine...
Snap yourself out of it! You know you two can't date! My self brain tells me. I can't help my feelings! I yell back at myself. But it IS my fault for talking to him in the first place. I know he's bad trouble. He's the talk of the town. He was star quarterback before the incident. Maybe, just maybe, I could help him be sober. But how stupid of me to think like that. I let his words get into my head and I give in. I spent a lot of time with talking to him. To think maybe one thing got into his head out of the billion things I told him. But then again, maybe it was Kelley to spread the rumors and I was stupid enough to believe she knew more about Jacob more than me. I'm just gonna go to sleep and dream about this so called "kiss" happening tomorrow...
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I get to school and I have just enough time to get to my 1st hour class. I don't do much in there. Just take things to places if needed. Most of the time I just read a book. The time passes by a lot quicker than I thought it would. When I walk up the stairs to go to my locker and prepare for 2nd hour, Jacob is in the hall waiting for me by my locker, knowing I would be there. He sees me slow my walking and he smirks. I approach him and he towers over me, leaning over the locker next to mine. I attempt to act as if he is there, but that is difficult to do with his intimidating height.
Hannnaaaah he says to me. You know what I said last night...
Yes, I do. I say, finally meeting his eyes. His smile makes me smile. I know we've been waiting for this moment. We never talked about dating, but there's always been this tension between the two of us. As if there were something more. In my head there's always been something more...
He leans down and looks me straight in my face. He stares me in the eyes for a while, knowing I'm anxious for the moment I've waited for my whole life: my first kiss. He closes his eyes and gently kisses my lips. He isn't rough, but he keeps moving. His large hand grabs my neck and pulls me closer. And as if on cue, the bell rings and he lets go of me and walks off as if nothing ever happened. I'm in shock. I can't believe what just happened. My locker is still open and I'm stuck in the position I was before. My best friend, Anne, comes by my locker and starts laughing. I finally come to my senses and ask her what is so funny.
You look like you've just seen a ghost! She says still chuckling. I am hurt. I don't know what to do. I grab my stuff, violently shut my locker, and walk off.
