first it was our hand. i held it, her hands were cold. she really didnt know how to be slick, holding hands in the open. i dont know how it went on from there, all i could remember was her looking back and forth from my eyes to my lips, i knew what it meant. and like i said, i dont how it happened, all i knew was that i was kissing her for the first time. seeing her after that with her in my jacket in that late april night. the rest was attempts to go inside until she had to go. i took her to the front, while whoever was driving was still looking. i grabbed her, pulled her close and kissed her one last time before. she looked into me, and told me she hated me with a smile on her face.
