stars dwelled in us

chapter 1

"Wait, who are you? whom have given you the authority to enter that open window? Hello? Would you kindly get out of here? Before I find my head getting disconnected with my neck if my parents finds a boy in my--".

He grabbed my tiny face with his two extremely large hands. I noticed his long tendril fingers gripping onto the side of my face.

He hesitated for a brief moment. He felt lost but instead he made up his mind instantly. He totally went for it. My first kiss was immediately snatched away from a complete stranger who entered my open window 4 seconds ago and he kissed me. Right on the lips. I had the inner gut feeling that he felt reluctant to kiss me. Forced as if. I despised that feeling. I don't care if people are going to judge me on how much I really hated the feeling by exaggerating. Though, I really dislike being judge by people.

I felt completely uncomfortable. Kissing someone you have no idea about. You have no clue on what color he likes, what he likes to eat or watch. So I broke apart and decided to slap him right in the face. I've imagined myself in situations where how I have pictured my first kiss to happen. This is definitely not how I have imagined. To be honest, I also believed that my first kiss would not even happen.

Looks like I didn't properly introduced myself. Hi, My name is Giselle. I was dubbed as the timid girl with huge black rimmed glasses known to be always wondering in the hallway out of boredom with a book resting on her left arm. I've spent my entire 17 years of my life devoted to reading books. Fiction, Fantasy, Romance and other kinds of genres. I found reading books more effective than trying to pick up a conversation with anti-social human beings at school or if they aren't glaring at their phones, they'll be gossiping nonstop. As I said, they bore me. Loads. I couldn't barely speak to them in like two minutes. I'd show them my disgusted face and any moment you'd find them running madly around the hallway harassing innocent students to give them bleach to clean their eyes which are stained with an absolute horrid digusted face of Giselle Rowland.

But there are times where I was desperate to have friends. Being alone for 17 years was indeed lonely to the core. No one you can open up to about your mixed feelings, your horrible or shameful experiences, your achievements as you definitely know that no one would be impressed deep down. Feeling like you were a burden was something you can't get rid of. And you just want to spill everything out from your mind and body cause your too tired of bottling everything to yourself. That's prolly the main reason why I've decided to stick with books through thick and thin. They were the only source of help I can definitely open up to. They wouldn't judge you. They can't. They won't. They shouldn't. It's as if they can read your minds. That's how i've got attached to books. As I have mentioned, i've read all sorts of genres. Like for a brief example, romance. I don't really go for romance though, but I do read them sometimes. They are just too cliché. The absolute cringe was what i loathe.

Back to my reluctant or known as my impromtu first kiss, I was totally the victim. The perpetrator who snatched my first kiss was oddly attractive. His eyes felt like coming home. It seems like I've seen him somewhere before but his aura or his presence is too irresistable to look away from to think about where I have initally seen him. It was excruciatingly awkward since I have slapped him and his cheeks turned bright red as if he was blushing or infuriated.

"Sorry um.. I was just looking out of my window and there were many stars shining above and I was hoping something great will happen to me in any moment but instead I happen to see a teenager around my age jumping around and you kissed me out of the blue and I didn't know how to react so I slapped you and I am sincerely sorry." He looked at me as if I was speaking gibberish or something. That's when I knew I was blabbering cause loads of unexpected scenarios happened. I was so shamefaced so I looked away from his gaze.

Once he finally realised what was occuring, he reached for my chin and held it up. My eyes locked with his. My eyes were burning in fire. Whatever he was doing, he was adding fuel to the fire.