Hooking Up Isn't Fishing?

First Kiss Freshman.

Authors note: Yes, this story is all about my life. Yes I know that may come to you as either a shock, or you may not care. I don't care either way, Please enjoy.

-Mal.

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You know that feeling people say they get when they meet the person they are going to  marry? Yeah, I felt that... with a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Well, its only half a lie. I felt it with more than I bowl of cereal, I felt it in the passenger seat of a seniors car.

Daryl Smith, he was so dreamy, so perfect. Had the blonde hair, those blue eyes that fish could swim in they were so clear, he even had that jaw-line that could cut cheese, and not to mention the abs and V line of a Hollister model. I thought he was the best thing next to air. And I had one class with him. I was a young freshman and thought, if he would just talk to me I might just melt into a puddle and be happy that my life is over. And I was right.

He spoke to me, not exactly the way I wanted him to though. But, to fully understand this we have to go back about two weeks.

I was with some volleyball friends at a sleep over in which my house was the designated party place. I has lots of upperclassmen friends and lots of friends that were just higher on the whore scale than me. And one of those girls was Alisa Bowers; She had the boobs that could hook any boy that saw them. And to be honest I was nowhere near that lucky. I wish I was.  I was lucky enough if they boy across the room with more peperoni on his face than a little Caesar's pizza would even look my direction. But, She knew exactly what the boys liked. And she was about to become my new best friend. So, her and a couple other volleyballers were at my house just eating some food and hanging out when she asked me,

"Hey, so you have a flagpole outside your house right?"

Confused I answered yes, and proceeded to brush my hair and put it into a bun. As I am doing this she walks out of the room and down the stairs, out the front door and stands right in the middle of my front yard. Curious, my friends and I followed her outside, and that's when I saw it.

The silver SUV that had the most gorgeous boy as the driver. Given the fact that its like midnight in the middle of October it was damn cold outside. And I was not about to walk out there naked. I grabbed a blanket and a couple of us walked out slowly to the driver's side window and talked to the one Senior that would give us all the time of day. And I was not about to leave the side of the car.

As cold as it was, we were alright just standing outside his warm car trying to hold onto the heat radiating from his window, when he graciously asks if any of us would like to sit in his car instead of standing  in the cold. ( You know when you get a question like this and you hear your mom in the back of your head saying, If you do this you'll regret it... Yeah my mom was like yelling at me..) As three of the girls pilled into the back of this silver SUV I bet you could guess who was sitting on the passenger seat, Alisa Bowers. Yeah that's right, that whore was stealing my man. As we continue to talk and laugh he takes the girls pilled into his car on one ride around the block. Low-key nothing to worry about right? RIGHT.

 They came back like 5 mins later and then it was my turn. We talked more as a group and he asked, " Okay, last ride around the block, who wants to go?"  Slightly jokingly I said " Me! Just me though, since I didn't go last time.." And the whole car looked at me like I was about to get murdered or something. Little did I know I was about to commit Social Suicide... One ride around the bock alone, in a car with a Senior, a HOT senior to be exact and I wasn't about to waste that moment with  small talk. As he pulled back around onto my street, he slowed down. My hands were clammy and I think I could feel my shoes filling up with all the nervous sweat I was producing. He parked his car in the middle of my street, turned off his head lights, and leaned over to me and whispered, "Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Normally I would just sit there in the awkwardness of the pick up line, but I just instantly laughed. I didn't know what else to do. He took that well though, almost as a challenge. He promptly leaned over and then said " Are you going to kiss me? Or are we going to have to lie to everyone?" I was in so much shock that I told him that I would never kiss him. I couldn't kiss a senior! Are you kidding me? I didn't even know how to do eyeliner right, I couldn't kiss him right!!

Laughing he said "okay, maybe you're just a bit nervous, its okay. We can just talk some more." We proceeded to talk and laugh a bit. He pulled his car forward and we continued to talk, and then slowly yet all at once it happened. He leaned in and so did I and we kissed. Once, Twice, Three times. Slowly I was learning his little tricks. He would sneak a little tongue in here and there and then he kissed me real slow, ending the most pleasurable experience a little Freshman Malissa had ever experienced. I was slightly breathing hard. And it was all over so quickly, I was kind of sad that it was over so fast. Although I knew it was wrong I didn't regret kissing him, not once, did I regret kissing the devil.