Year 14
Seven minutes in Heaven
More like seven minutes in Hell
Trapped with the likes of you
Inside a closet thick with the scent of mothballs
Of all people at the party
It had to be you
Some snickered because we're both girls
I just groaned because it's you
As you remain an obnoxious tomboy
Think you're all cool
Leader of a pack
Pack? Really?
This is not Twilight
You are not a werewolf
You're a dumbass, remember?
Dressed in ripped jeans
And a fake leather jacket
Tendrils from that short hairdo
Hanging in those soulful--
I mean stupid brown eyes
You need a damn haircut
Guess we should kiss or whatever
You murmur, tapping your watch
Reminding me that we have four minutes left
God, I so do not wanna do this
Yet I slather hooker red lipstick on my mouth
When it smudges on your mouth
That'll be proof we went through with it
You turn to me
I feel your body heat
As you cup my face
Lowering your head
My heart begins to beat faster
Your lips crash onto mine
I mean crash
Hard
Like they're on a mission to beat up my lips
I push you away
You push me back while scowling
What the hell?
I tell you that you can't kiss
Cocky expression in place
You reply that other girls haven't complained
I roll my eyes
You stick your tongue out at me
Wiggling it around for good measure
Allow me to modify
You're a juvenile dumbass
