Kiss Mark

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MARY JANE

Click. Click. Click.

My steps echoed through the quiet night of the isolated street.

I came from a party and my best friend was totally hammered and went with her boyfriend. Now I was alone.

Traitor. After she invited me to a useless party and get me drunk, she will leave me for her boyfriend?

Sucks to be single.

The wind didn't help me though to walk straight along the streets to find my way home. Hell I don't even know where am I heading.

People slowly faded out of my sight,  my tipsy head allows me to only see a few things and figures despite the darkness.

My eyes were slowly blurring and no lights were present anymore, only the moonlight. And oh I think my feet brought me back to the party as I spotted few guys approaching me.

Gosh. They are so wasted and I could tell they smell pot from miles away.

Wait a minute.

I'm not back at the party. I'm basically, nowhere to locate and the guys from only few meters away made me realize that I shouldn't walk home alone, drunk. Dammit, these were obviously pervert guys who smells stales of pot cigarettes.

As soon as my mind catch up in realization, I started to pick up the pace in no assurance of destination. If things in my head were working fine I might think of best idea but right now I was all dazed and everything is blank that's why I ended up running from the jackanapes as if my life depended on it.

The road seems endless but my feet doesn't care and take me to nowhere in particular. Everything was dark and cold. Perfect for a place to murder a helpless drunken girl.

My breathing was heavy. I felt like drowning in my own sweat. After a while my feet halted to catch the air that is apparently, losing for the marathon I had taken. My time is running and they are catching up if I didn't run like right now however my system are running out of fuel to run for more miles.

I think this is the moment when I have to reflect to all of the things I've done wrong, apologize to people I hurt and say goodbye to the world with a beauty queen wave.

But before I can even do any of that, a hand suddenly grabs my arm from the side of the street and throw my back on the wall rather hard to which I wince painfully but was interrupted when a pair of warm lips pressed onto mine, completely cornering me to even move.

I heard set of footsteps in the background that I barely paid attention to due to my current and sticky situation.

Suddenly it hit me. My brain is stupid enough to know whats happening. A stranger is kissing me at the side of the street. In he dark.

But as soon as my mind registered that I found myself kissing back with same passion and for some strange reason it didn't feel awkward or something instead it is... good. Very good.

I don't quite recognize the exact word to define this but I was liking it. He taste so sweet and differently, amazing. He smell like caramel and coffee. I almost tasted it on my tongue.

I never kiss someone like this. For the record, he is the only one I kiss like this. Full blown make out right there people.

I open my eyes to see at least one of his feature but its just his hair is all I can make out and green eyes? I'm not sure.

Right before I could even make out his face underneath the shadows, he stepped back from my grasp as if realizing what he had done and run his way out within seconds.

"Wait!" I called after him but he was gone already but not before I took a glimpse of his jacket with our school logo.