What You Thought You Knew [girlxgirl]

(ch. 3) Jordan

Jordan

Bruh, the song "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry should be playing on all the speakers in the world. Two weeks ago I went to Tasha's party and...that's when it happened. Apparently the girls name started with a K, but for the life of me I couldn't remember her name. She was a beautiful girl too. I mean, damn, she was gorgeous! I guess that's why I felt kind of drawn to her, but then I kissed her, I mean this isn't the first time I've kissed a girl, but this is the first time it felt different.

The first time I was at a party and we were playing truth or dare. I chose truth because back then I was such a pussy.

"When and who was your first kiss?" my friend asked. The truth was I had never kissed anyone before- like a real kiss. Childhood on-the-playground kisses don't count when your in high school.

"Well" I began, I decided to just tell the truth, because I barely knew the people who were at this party anyway. "I've never kissed anyone before." Ironically, the group of people that I was talking to at the time were all girls. We were all sitting on the bed in the host of the party's bedroom.

"Would you ever kiss a girl?" one of the girls asked me.

"I would" my friend Que, one of the people who I normally sit and eat lunch with said.

I all of the sudden got bold and motioned with my finger for her to come closer. Then she kissed me. First just on the lips then she got the courage to stick her tongue in my mouth, which surprised me, but I didn't break the kiss. Her kiss was also sloppy and wet, which much to my displeasure had me sucking up most of the excess saliva that was forming between our mouths. When I pulled away, she had a star struck look in her eyes. She said it was the best kiss she had ever had. Then she asked me to be her girlfriend. I mean, we are cool and all, but in no way am I actually attracted to her like that. I politely declined by saying that I wasn't ready for a relationship. Thankfully our friendship didn't get awkward after that.

When I kissed my mystery girl, it felt different.

I sauntered down the school hallways after the bell for the end of fifth period. Many people said their casual hello's to me as I passed by. The funny thing was I barely knew any of those people. When I reached my locker and opened it to put my books in it, I was soon being whistled at from behind followed by a couple of 'damn girl's.

Why was I cursed with such a big butt?

I find it annoying when guys do that. If I could give away my butt to someone that needed it (like my Asian friend Lena, she be servin' that pancake ass. That's not racial profiling, that's just being honest) then I would. A lot of my friends say that they would do a lot to have a butt like mine. I don't know why though, it attracts a lot of dead beat guys.

I slammed my locker to let them know that it bothered me when they talked to me like that. They didn't seem to get the message. They just smirked while obviously looking me up and down. I rolled my eyes and started walking to my class not even bothering to try to cover up my butt. If I tried I would have to walk backwards and that would just look stupid. They whistle some more at me, but this time I didn't even bother to acknowledge them.

I walked to the place where I usually sit to eat lunch. I never eat lunch at school though, I hate when I feel like people are watching me eat. I saw my friend Felicia standing with a couple of guys that I didn't know very well. I didn't see Que there until I got closer to the group. She was sitting very closely to guy whose name I knew was Paul. The only reason I knew his name was because he was one of the only white kids in the school, but he was a fine ass white boy though, don't get me wrong. Most of the girls, like I used to, drool over this boy, but to me, he's just one of the homies. They all said their hellos to me then returned to their previous conversations.