EPISODE 1

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Are you sure I should
be wearing this?” I ask
Tia with a confused
expression on my face.
“Of course, you look
fabulous! Guy’s will
probably start drooling
once they see you!”
she
replies, flashing me her
smile. So granted, my
initial plan was to grab
all the attention at
Stacey’s party so that
she feels left-out. I
wanted her to see that
she wasn’t all that she
thought she was,
which
is completely ridiculous
because she really is all
she thinks she is—
beautiful, popular, rich,
and perfect. I’d been
pretty happy with
what
I had planned, but not
anymore; I am
nervous,
I don’t want to do this.
Mainly because I know
it won’t work.
Someone
like me can never
compete with
someone
like her.
“Why can’t I dress you
up, give you an
awesome make-over
and let you do the
‘attention-catching’
thing?” I suggest to Tia
with a grin on my face,
silently hoping she
would go for it.
She doesn’t.
“No way! And even if I
do agree, you know
you
are the only one who
can do this. I’m not
very
good with people.
You’re
so much better. You’re
good at socializing. How
do you expect me to
catch everyone’s
attention when you
know how awkward I
can get around people?”
“But are you sure? I
mean I don’t really feel
so good about it
anymore.” I mumble,
silently pleading her to
just drop this plan even
though it had been my
idea.
“Aw c’mon! Don’t back
out at the last
moment” Tia pleads.
“Okay then” I sigh and
nod, no point in arguing
I
guess. I twirl around
one last time in front
of
the mirror to get a look
at myself. Wow, I am
actually looking good,
no
kidding. Not that I look
ugly most of the time.
But I’m used to being
the plain, ordinary
looking girl, the girl no
one notices at all. But
sometimes I do realize
that I can look good—
for example now. I am
wearing this gorgeous
black mini-dress which
hugs my curves in all
the right places and
makes me look far
sexier than I usually
look, which is a good
thing. I need to look
good tonight. A pair of
black leather boots
accompanies this dress
of mine.
I sit down in front of
the mirror and start
combing my hair. It’s
one of those days
when my hair is acting
right, those good-hair-
days, when my hair is
being soft and
manageable, so I
decide
to leave it open,
allowing it to cascade
down my shoulder in
soft waves. A little
kohl, a light layer of
strawberry flavored lip-
gloss, a little blush and
some eye-liner and I’m
done. I don’t go for bold
and bright make-up,
that’s not my style. I
smile at my reflection
in
the mirror and feel
satisfied; It feels like
one of those nights
where nothing can go
wrong. Everything is
happening exactly as it
should, and I feel
excited.
Tia is wearing a dark
purple, off-shoulder
dress with matching
pumps. She has put on
purple glittery eye
make-up and some
pink
lipstick to go with it.
We
look great. We touch up
our make-up (just in
case) and get ready to
leave. Mom is going off
to have a romantic
evening with this guy
she has lately started
seeing. God, I feel like
rolling my eyes
whenever I talk about
my mom going on a
date. This has to be
her
fifth date this month,
and every time a new
guy.
“Bye mom and have a
nice evening!” I say as I
start leaving. She says
that I should enjoy my
party too. I give her a
soft peck on her cheek
and then I and Tia
leave. I and Tia get in
my car and I start
driving. I know Stacey’s
place very well, it is one
of the most popular
high school party
destinations. So I
obviously know where
it is. (Who doesn’t?)
It’s
one of those big pretty
white house’s you see
in the movies, the ones
which look really
perfect. We reach her
house in about fifteen
minutes. The place is
just as cool as any cool
high school party
destination should be—
loud music blaring,
teens on the dance
floor, couples making
out in the dark and
drinks being served.
The
party seems fabulous.
I
park my car and we
both make our way to
the party.
Time for an entry!” Tia
says with a wink. I feel
my stomach twisting.
It happens a lot with
me when I get
nervous.
We enter the house
and
make our way through
the neatly trimmed
lawn. Teenagers are
scattered around
everywhere, socializing,
dancing, and having the
time of their lives. As I
pass by, a couple of
heads turn. I feel their
eyes on us, and I like it.
I like the attention. As
I
grab a cup of beer, a
few people approach
me, talk a bit. Some
people simply greet me
and leave and a few
stare from afar.
“I guess getting
attention would be no
problem” I finally say to
Tia when we are away
from the crowded
lawn.
We get busy talking
when suddenly a guy
approaches us.
“Hey!” he greets. “I’m
Dave” Though me and
Tia both are there, he
is
looking and talking to
me in particular.
“Hey, I’m Alex”, I reply
with confidence I didn’t
know I had.
“Hmm…You look pretty
good tonight” he says,
his eyes flitting over
my
body appreciatively.
“Wanna dance?” I feel
really shocked at his
straight-forwardness. I
really don’t know what
to do. I’m definitely not
the girl who goes
around dancing with
random guys who find
her hot, so I politely
refuse him and walk
off. After refusing
numerous of guys,
unlike Tia who is flirting
with all of them, I
decide to go and look
for Stacey. She should
know we’re here.
We find her exactly
how
we thought we would,
in the corner, kissing a
guy. It makes me
almost gag. Well,
forget
it; she will kill us if we
interrupt her kissing
session. We are about
to leave when the guy
separates from her.
Stacey seems angry,
“Baby, why did you
stop? Let’s continue,
don’t let these losers
(she shoots us a dirty
look) interrupt us. Do
you want some more
privacy?” She coos.
“Oh no, nothing. I guess
it’s enough for tonight.”
he says then he looks
at me. Oh well, I know
what is coming next.
He
probably wants to
‘socialize’ with me. I
don’t really want to
though, so I just leave.
It’s a little surprising
that some guy would
decide to ditch Stacey
for me. Later on I see
that Tia is talking to
him. Cool, at least
someone’s enjoying.
Me? Can you die from
boredom? I make my
way inside the house.
It
is crowded with teens
in there too, mostly
dancing, drinking,
kissing
and making out. I feel
bored. I want to dance
but not alone. I go and
sit down in the couch,
right next to an
interesting game of
Truth and Dare. I sit
there for fifteen
minutes or so, doing
nothing, just watching
the game.
“Okay, so go along with
him and spend like five
minutes in the
washroom right there”,
a red haired girl says to
a blond. The blonde
passes the guy a
naughty grin as if she
is
satisfied. She and that
guy walk up to the
washroom. They don’t
even reach inside
before
they start kissing. So
for the five minutes
the
people sit there and
talk
and soon enough they
invite me to join them.
I
readily agree. After the
blond and the guy
return, there are a few
dares about ‘slapping
someone you hate’ ,
‘kissing the mysterious
hot bimbo sitting near
the stairs’, ‘pretending
to puke on one of the
jocks’. It is hilarious and
I can’t help laughing my
Bottom off. I realize
that
I’m actually enjoying
myself. The bottle
goes
round…and round…and
round. On me! So I
decide to take dare,
curious to think what I
will get.
“Hmm…Kiss the guy on
your right!” the same
red haired girl says to
me. I immediately turn
to my right to face a
good-looking guy with
piercing greenish-blue
eyes and messy brown
hair. A sexy smirk is
plastered on his face.
My heart beat speeds
up. I ignore how it
suddenly gets hard to
breathe. I suddenly
realize I know him. He
is
Dylan Kennedy,
commonly known as
Mr.
Player in our school. He
has a reputation of
breaking girls’ hearts,
messing around with
them, playing with
their
feelings. And
immediately, I know I
should avoid doing
anything with him. I
definitely don’t want
to
be the part of his list
of
girls he’s been physical
with. Plus, what would
this inflict upon my
clean, rumor-free
reputation?
No! I won’t.” I retort. I
know it’s totally not
cool to act like this. But
I can’t kiss him. He’s a
player after all. He is
not
the kind of guy I should
be kissing. Besides, I’ve
never kissed a guy
before—ever. This
would be my very first
kiss if I decided to do
the dare, and I want
my first kiss to be
meaningful and special.
“You have to kiss me
babes. It’s a dare”, he
says, smirking.
“In your dreams” I get
up to leave when his
hands clasps around
mine and pulls me back.
“Kiss me baby, you
know you want to” His
piercing blue-ish green
eyes stare straight
into
mine. He waits for me
to make a move, but I
don’t. His smirk falters,
and he frowns a bit.
Then the frown is
replaced by a smirk
again. “I guess we’re
dealing with a kiss-
virgin here” The other
kids stare at me in
disbelief, probably
wondering if what
Dylan had said had
been
true.
“I’m not a kiss-virgin” I
say.
“So maybe you don’t
know how to kiss”
“Of course I know how
to kiss!” I snap back at
him, annoyed.
“Prove it.”
Those two words are
enough to fuel my
anger. I don’t think
anything anymore. All I
know is that I need to
prove him wrong. He’s
so infuriating and the
way he just looked at
me…like I was a
pathetic excuse of a
human-being; and just
because I’ve never
kissed a person before.
I’ll show him that he’s
wrong; I’ll kiss him like
no one has ever before.
I grab his face almost
aggressively and tilt it
towards mine, slightly
brush my lips against
his, and then we start
kissing. My body
trembles with delight
as he kisses me back.
So this is how it feels
to kiss someone, no
wonder people are
always doing it. Does it
seriously feel this
good?
As our kiss deepens, I
realize I love it. His soft
lips feel so amazing
against my own and I
feel like never stopping.
Our lips move in synch
for what seems like
forever before I realize
just what I am doing.
I quickly part my lips
from him, shocked.
Why
did I kiss him? Why did
I
feel that urge to prove
him wrong? And most
of all, why did I
sacrificed my first kiss
for him?
“Wow! It was hot.
Let’s
do it again babe.” he
says, sounding
enthusiastic.
“Not interested!” I snap
back at him and make
my way out of the
house towards the
drinks bar feeling really
confused. Alright he
said “prove it” but is
that really an excuse
for me to go on kissing
him like that for so long
and so deeply?
Probably not.
I wish I’d known that
what I was getting
myself into. After that
kiss, my life would
never be the same.
I wait for her to make
a
move. I know she is
going to, I just know it.
Nobody can resist me.
Plus I know I’ve
already
struck a nerve. She
looks really pissed, but
her expressions? They
are so entertaining! It’s
like she’s going through
internal conflict,
deciding
whether she should
respond to my
remarks,
respond to my
challenge, or not. I can
point out the exact
moment when she
makes her decision. All
the confusion vanishes
from her face as a
strange determination
replaces it. And then,
her lips crash onto
mine.
As her lips gently start
moving, I feel really
good. The kiss is soft
and simple and hasn’t
got heated yet, but it’s
making me crazy
nevertheless. I’ve had
much deeper and
steamier kisses, but
this one…I don’t know
why, it’s different. And
as each second is
passing by I can’t help
but want more. I am
enjoying her delicious
soft lips too much, so
much in fact that it
comes as a big shock
to
me when she abruptly
parts her lips from
mine. I’d expected this
to last longer.
Guess not.
She walks off towards
the drink’s bar near the
dance-floor. I can’t help
staring after her as
she
walks away. That
kiss…
it’d been good, really
good. But then why did
she leave? Didn’t she
like kissing me?
Of course she did!
Everyone likes kissing
me.
But what if she didn’t?
That’s not possible, is
it? Just a little,
unimportant kiss with
her, and she’s got me
so worked-up. It
doesn’t matter, it
really
doesn’t.
I sigh and continue
playing for another
hour
or so. The party is
going
on in full swing. The
scent of alcohol lingers
in the air, and room
feels stuffy due to all
the teenagers packed
in
here. The loud music is
giving me a head-ache.
The game suddenly
feels boring. It’s like
my
mind is somewhere
else, that girl…now
what’s her name…Allie?
Alice? Oh wait, Alex!
Yeah, why can’t I stop
thinking about her?
The ridiculous thought
of that girl not liking
my
kiss plays in my mind.
That’s what has got
me so worked up, the
thought of someone
not being attracted to
me. It’s really strange
for me to be thinking
about one girl for this
long. That’s not me.
Why do I even care
what she thinks of
me?
Why do I care what
anyone thinks of me?
I get up to leave,
ignoring the chicks who
plead for me to not go.
But I don’t listen to
them and I walk off. I
find myself walking
towards the drinks bar,
and more surprisingly,
looking for her. It’s
crazy really. My even
crazier thoughts are
suddenly interrupted
when I finally see her. I
realize now how pretty
she actually is. Now
that it’s not dark and
crowded, I can actually
analyze her features.
Her wavy brown hair is
falling down her
shoulders, her dress
fits perfectly around
her curvaceous petite
body. Her eyes are big
and brown windows of
innocence.
As I stare at her from
across the room, I
can’t
help wondering about
her—who she is, how
her personality is, and
most importantly, how
would it feel to kiss her
again. Would it feel the
same way it felt the
first time? I don’t wait
there any longer,
wondering about
pointless things. I
decide to do things my
style—approach her.
ALEX
As I leave the game
and simultaneously
Dylan behind too, I
make my way to the
dance-floor. It’s
crowded with
teenagers grinding
against each other and
dancing. The scent of
alcohol lingers in the air,
causing my head to
ache. I decide to not
think about what had
just happened about a
couple of minutes ago
and just enjoy myself.
I’m not going to think
about how I got my
first ever kiss from the
school’s biggest player.
It actually sucks that I
kissed him of all people.
I’d prided myself on
the
fact that I was one of
the few girls in our
school that could resist
his charms and proudly
say that I’d had
nothing
to do with him. But
now
whenever I’ll
remember
my first kiss, I’ll be
reminded of that full-
of-himself player.
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