The Curious Theory of Kissing

3: The Science of Kissing

Warning: Slight!NSFW ahead.

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Why do people kiss?

Well, our species do it mostly for pair bonding. One might just look at it as an act of love or sexual desire but it also has a lot to do with the science of our body. There are a lot of chemical reactions that are happening within ourselves which boost our hormones and eventually stimulates pleasure. Dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin might just be words people ignore because they are medical terms with complex meanings but the truth is this may be the whole reason why we kiss. Not because of love, not because we mean it but because it's just how our bodies work. For satisfaction and pleasure.

When I approached him the way I did in the library, it was purely for my satisfaction. I wanted to piss him off for assuming things about me when he clearly doesn't know me. My proposal was obviously not a serious one. But I guess my pheromones were the one he communicated with. Either way, I'm not going to reject the potential pleasure I could get from him. After all, someone as attractive as him could still give a level of satisfaction even if he doesn't know how to kiss.

Gulf Kanawut. He wasn't a hard person to know. After hearing his name when the toilet incident happened, I immediately found information about him in the glass cabinet located in the hallway. It showcased the academic achievements of the school. He had photos there from each year since 3 years ago. He is a senior like me. He's an achiever and most likely someone who never caused trouble. Funny how he could've easily destroyed himself because of a girl.

But the joke is on me too.

My endeavors in shutting the voices in my head usually start by finding the right partner. I welcome anyone who suits my taste. Everyone craves human intimacy and I don't shy away from people's advancements. However, I never make the first move. Language only spoken through the eyes doesn't move me. However, approaching me will.

I don't talk much. People don't actually listen when they are trying to hook-up with someone. Especially on a one-night stand basis. Telling your stories and them pretending to care are just part of the process that people go through to get to their goal. I choose to skip that stage and just get straight to the point. I also prefer having a cigarette than engaging in pillow talk. There is nothing to talk about because I know no one wants to get to know me on a personal level.

I started my escapades after half a year of stopping school. There are a lot of rumors surrounding me but no one even knows that I'm almost 2 years older than everyone else. I'm pretty much entitled to my own actions but everyone just sees me as the teenage rebel who is too reckless. I guess I'm being chastised by my past. But the thing is, I want it. I want the vehement judgments towards me to be the one to take my guilt away.

I sit on the bleachers while waiting for Gulf to finish. He told me we would meet at the school entrance after his soccer practice but I chose to watch him instead. I wanted to see if there's something I could tease him with. Like how awful he plays or how amateur his skills are. But he is playing quite well. The concentration he has was impressive. He runs with such precision and anticipates the ball with great focus. This guy is probably doing calculations in his head while playing because his predictions on where the ball would be passed were accurate most of the time. I wanted to clap for him when the game ended but it's too early to determine if we could even be friends.

I went down and waited for him near their locker but as soon as he saw me, he quickly averted his eyes somewhere else. I guess that answers the question if we could be friends. I shrugged the thought that he doesn't want to be seen with me because I understood what it will look like for a top student meddling with a rascal.