Chapter 1, A novel by Jacob T. Orcun (Pen Mecia)

It started with the smell of Ice-Breakers, and the puckering of lips. It was a simple, little kiss that I was too nervous about to actually meet him half way anyway. A peck on the lips, that’s all. It was nothing major, not even remotely serious; just a kiss... a simple kiss. The temptation was mixed with sudden bliss. Sure it didn’t mean anything right? It was just my first. There is a first for everything right? My heart began to race. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins inside me, rushing to aid my ever beating heart. The tension was thick, almost blinding. I closed my eyes; it was too much for me. Those few seconds seemed like an eternity. Even though he had only pressed his... soft lips... against mine for a few seconds, I could have counted several minutes. The music had numbed down to a silent beat, thumping on a slower beat than my heart. Time had stopped for us, and for those moments it had, we were the only two people in the world. I was on cloud 9, unknowing of what was going on. Was I over reacting to something as simple as a game that teenagers play? I’m not exactly the party type; in fact, no one had even ever given me more than a glance, or words that signaled I was cute. It was a sudden turn of events that I was even invited to such a party.

“Are you okay there miss?” His question broke the silence. My face became deathly hot.

'Am I in love?' I asked myself. 'Of course not, don't be outrageous! Love is something you gain over time.' I argued with myself. I mean just because it was my first kiss doesn't mean anything right? I mean I'm sure this guy has had it in with every girl at this party... right... it was just 7-minutes... of heaven.

I remembered his question, "Y-yeah... I'm fine." I stammered, blushing dumbly. Blushing. Right. I knew that.

"Alright then. We can get out of here now; you don't want the folks out there getting the wrong idea." He chuckled. In the darkness, hearing him talk was as if a bright light, guiding me forward. Forward. Right. The direction I was going.

"Oh yeah... right... wrong idea." He stuck his hand to help me up. His left hand opened the locked closet, and we walked out as if it was nothing. Just another kiss... another number. I on the other hand, had to face a mob of girls asking me a bunch of shi- I mean crap load of questions. Aah parties huh? Gotta love em'.

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