Good Enough.

Chapter One.

I was only seven years old when i recieved my first genuine kiss. Her name was Andrea. I don't remember why or how it all happened but it was obviously all her fault. After all, she was older than me. Being a little seven year old girl, this kiss meant absolutely nothing to me. I still had a hopeless crush on a boy in my school who -by the way- i never spoke to and i didnt understand that what i had done wasn't actually acceptable by society considering my age and gender.

Three years later, i kissed another one. Another girl. Melissa was my best friend and i secretly liked her a shit ton. She was fucking stunning. She had light brown hair, hazel brown eyes and gorgeous tanned skin and she was about my hight . I didn't only kiss her once. I guess you could say we had some sort of fling that lasted almost three years until we drifted apart. obviously it wasn't serious considering we were only ten years old when this fling started and still only twelve years old when it ended. I met more people. More guys. But I was always afraid to make a move with any of them because i had never actually been with a guy before.

My first day back at high school started off great. I remember standing at the school gate waiting for my friends to arrive when i saw her. I'd seen her around before but i didn't know her name. Her hair was short and brown and showed off her beautiful face. She had these gorgeous deep blue eyes and rosy cheeks and she looked a bit shorter than me. I stared at her when she walked by and had to quickly look away when she looked back at me. It was kind of like those dramatic movie scenes where the mysterious girl looks at the main character and the main character has to look away and pretend not to be a fucking retarded creep.

"Do you know her?" I asked one of my closest friends, cara, while shifting my eyes towards the direction of the girl.

"Yeah, that's Jessica. We know eachother pretty well. Why?" She asked confused.

"No reason." I replied turning back to my group of friends.

We walked around hurriedly trying to find our classes but i didn't see her that day. I supposed it was probably because everyone was so busy but i had to talk to her. So i did what every teen girl does -don't deny it- and that evening i stalked her on Facebook. Why did i do this? Im not really sure. Why did i send her a friend request after about an hour of contemplating whether or not to do so? Now, i can't answer that either but i don't regret it. And guess what? After only a few milliseconds - okay, after a few minutes - she accepted. Let the stalking commence!

After about two hours on non stop stalking (professional, of course) i made my way to the kitchen, collected a big plate of fries and slowly walked back to my room while stuffing my face. I opened up my laptop to see that i had received a new text on Facebook.

Jessica Stewart
Hey.

For some unknown reason, this text excited me. "Come on, Caitlin! Pull yourself together!" I told myself.

Me
Heyyy...

Oh my fuck. I used more than one 'y' . I almost stabbed myself after that .

Jessica Stewart
Hehehe... hud?

Me
I guess im okay, and yourself?

...

The small talk continued for the evening. We didn't really say much but honestly, it was only because i didn't know what kind of person she was and i didn't want to scare her away.
I had to know more about her.