the First Kiss One | O4E 2

So, on my sixteenth birthday, my three older sisters - no, sorry, my mum and my two older sisters decided to throw out all my clothes. Joy! Why, I hear you ask? Well, so I could have a birthday makeover, of course. But, why did I need such a drastic, birthday makeover? Because I was the oldest cliché in the book; sixteen and never been kissed. And, the three, lovely, eldest Montgomery ladies took it up on themselves to ensure I wouldn't make it to seventeen and never been kissed.

But, shock, gasp, horror! The makeover itself was not enough! I refused to go out and get kissed on someone else's timeline. So, what's a family to do? Only persuade almost every boy at my school to try to be my first kiss. Not that anyone would tell me what the grand prize was - although, I did get the feeling, for a lot of the assholes, the grand prize was wearing me down.

Soon, Year Eleven became less worrying about making it through life with my insanity intact and more worrying about what move was going to be made on me next as the idea of my first kiss becomes infamous, an even bigger deal than the head of Christian Club losing her virginity in Year Nine.

With guys throwing themselves at me from all directions, could I find one up to the apparent mammoth task? And could it be that the biggest pain in my ass, Ryder Baxter, is in fact the one guy actually worthy of the Infamous First Kiss of Tiffany Montgomery? Pfft. I hope not.

*Total WIP, barely edited. ATM stalled because I feel like it's wandered off in the wrong direction...? Any and all feedback helpful. TIA x*