Freshman Year

My First Kiss

Becoming a freshman also meant one more exciting thing. Marching Band.
    Marching band was the time I could do what I love most: play music, and see José.
      It was a chilly friday night, and our band was in hoodies and jeans because our new uniforms have not came in yet. I was next to my fellow Bari Sax player, Katie, and on my other side my fellow Tuba player, Evan. We were in the stands before half time, and I over heard Katie and the guy next to hers conversation.
     He was a baritone player, and a senior. He started varsity soccer as a freshman, and was pretty popular in our school. At that moment, I knew him as Matt. But after this story, I think it's safe to say I don't really know him at all.
"What's this gossip I hear, let me in!" I told Katie, laughing. She turned to Matt, explaining who I was, and that he needed to fill me in on the stuff.
"Okay okay so here's the shit," he said leaning in, "Adam Smitt got Paige Broecker knocked up, and a week after he found out, he cheated on her, but then after that she went...."
     I guess you could say I stopped listening after that. I didn't really care about senior gossip. The conversation had more impact after the fact actually. Because me, Katie, and Matt became the MB Trio after that. And we wouldn't even play in the stands, we would just sit together, talking shit, look at memes, share pizza, whatever what was to come that day.
      After the game, the percussion (José) and the tubas (me) have to unload back at the school. I was kinda nervous, because I hadn't seen José in a while.
     I unloaded my instrument and found that a screw was stuck, so I went and got a wrench from the huge supply closet in the band room. I walked up to my instrument, and started to pull it lose.
"Here let me do that," said José behind me. I smiled and handed it over. It was just us two now. After he finished getting the screw out he handed it back over, and I walked back into the closet, him close behind.
     I started getting nervous. The only thing him and I have ever done was hugged. Hell, that was the only thing I've ever done with a guy.
     I put the wrench back and stood up straight in front looking at him. He just looked back.
"Well..." I said awkwardly, "um I've gotta go" and I made a beeline to go around him and out the closet.
"Wait wait wait, " he said pushing me back.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
      He leaned in, and I just shut my eyes, not knowing what the hell to do.
It was kinda gross really. The movies set you up very wrong for how a first kiss goes, so let me put it in picture.
       I didn't comprehend what was happening so I kinda just stood there while he did all the work. The only problem is he did ALL the work. (Meaning half my face was drenched with saliva after that. Ew.)
      We parted and I took a deep breath, my head spinning fast than a top. Okay. That wasn't so bad.
     I smiled and tried to step around him to leave.
"Wait one more thing," he said.
I didn't know what to expect, but next thing I knew him hand was on my butt. This has crossed the line. He didn't ask or anything, he just grabbed.
"Nice," was all he had to say.
I walked out of the band room that night, half star struck because I had my first kiss, and half worried if I was weird or different, because I got so uncomfortable when my own boyfriend grabbed me. If only I knew that was only the beginning.