TheN3rdyOutcast
June 1st, 2014, 04:55 PM
In 8th grade, last year when I was thirteen, a girl kissed me. Let me repeat that I did not kiss a girl, a girl kissed me.:ohmy: But no matter how much I go over the scene in my mind, I can't decide if it was my first kiss or not, let me set the scene. *cue harp music and wavy flashback transition.*
It was 2012, I think. This girl, (let's call her Kayla) seemed to be really into me. and considering she had a boyfriend, the really ripped jock kind who it seems like the stereotypical girl would love, I was wondering two things: Why was this girl taking an awkward nerdy, quirky guy:goof: over a jock:showoff:. ( I still never knew why, but that's beside the point).
Anyway, it was Language Arts class, which was in last period. I was doodling in my papers off towards the back of the classroom, like the loner I was and Kayla was off talking to her girlfriends (not romantic girlfriends, as in lesbian/gay sense but.... never mind). Anyway, I heard my name mentioned, but still I continued doodling without a care in the world. Then, Kayla came up behind me and said something like "Hey, {insert my name here}". Still focused on my drawing, I managed to mutter back "Hey, Kayla". And then she put her hand on my shoulder and chest, bent over and kissed me, on the cheek:kisscheek:. She ran back to her girlfriends while I could only squeak, stammer and make a pretty distinct 'what the f*ck just happened' face. Then she looked over and smiled at me. *END SCENE*
So what do you think, was that my first kiss or not?
(Note: At the time mentioned in the story, I had not developed stong homosexual feelings yet and believed, like most little naive kids that man+woman/girl+boy was the only combination.)
It was 2012, I think. This girl, (let's call her Kayla) seemed to be really into me. and considering she had a boyfriend, the really ripped jock kind who it seems like the stereotypical girl would love, I was wondering two things: Why was this girl taking an awkward nerdy, quirky guy:goof: over a jock:showoff:. ( I still never knew why, but that's beside the point).
Anyway, it was Language Arts class, which was in last period. I was doodling in my papers off towards the back of the classroom, like the loner I was and Kayla was off talking to her girlfriends (not romantic girlfriends, as in lesbian/gay sense but.... never mind). Anyway, I heard my name mentioned, but still I continued doodling without a care in the world. Then, Kayla came up behind me and said something like "Hey, {insert my name here}". Still focused on my drawing, I managed to mutter back "Hey, Kayla". And then she put her hand on my shoulder and chest, bent over and kissed me, on the cheek:kisscheek:. She ran back to her girlfriends while I could only squeak, stammer and make a pretty distinct 'what the f*ck just happened' face. Then she looked over and smiled at me. *END SCENE*
So what do you think, was that my first kiss or not?
(Note: At the time mentioned in the story, I had not developed stong homosexual feelings yet and believed, like most little naive kids that man+woman/girl+boy was the only combination.)