'Little bold one'

We locked lips

Slightly addicted, I had more and more glasses of the punch. Something in it made me want it more. Clarke told me I had too much to drink but I think I was too excitable to acknowledge his seriousness.
That's when everyone gathered around in a massive circle to play spin the bottle. Spin the bottle?
Oh. When the bottle top lands on you, you have to kiss whoever it lands on next.
Hector (a massively loud boy from drama with lots of arrogance) hit my lips like a truck. It was a forced kiss, a meaningless kiss. Whenever I see Hector again it will remind me of such embarrassment. A roar of laughter and wooing came along with it. I blushed but boys told me how much of a good kisser I was. How did they know? Who told them?
After around half an hour I got bored however people told me to stay - almost like they wanted a chance with me. This was when it happened.
Baizen went outside to 'have a fag' ,whatever that was, for '10 minutes' which left me with Clarke across the circle as the only person I really knew. The bottle. The vodka bottle landed on Clarke... then on me.
I was so glad Baizen wasn't here to see this because it would've made things so awkward in the future. I leaned in nervously, not knowing what to do. Clarke had his reassuring hands on my shoulders and our lips locked. It felt like forever. The room went silent. We kept going as it felt so deep and alive. I just imagined me and him on a marble balcony in the castle at the top of the hill from my town back in Italy. There should have been fireworks going off in the background. Clarke wanted it and I did too.
No I didn't.
"So, who's turn is it going to be now!" I said frantically so no one suspected anything. People giggled so I stood up and discarded myself from the situation. I searched the house for Baizen. I found him with a large cigarette which stunk only I knew I had to give him as much energy into this kiss than Clarke's. I wrapped my arms around his head, he dropped his 'fag', he touched my lower back and we kissed for as long as we could before he pushed me back. I went in for another one again; he asked me a question. "What's this all for Calvina? Why do you give me such a rush of intensity?! I love it. I love you."
That was the point in the movies where the girl would say it back. I did and I meant it with all my heart because I loved Baizen, I really did.