"I-I've never kissed a g-girl."
"So you're saying you've kissed a boy?" I tease tangling my fingers in the baby-haired curls on the nape of his neck.
He looks down slightly and I can see the blush forming and creeping up his neck."N-no. I haven't... I haven't kissed anyone before." He admits shyly freezing in place when my teeth graze his neck ever-so-gently and I feel him shiver underneath me. I smirked slightly knowing that I was having some sort of effect no matter how minuscule it was.
"Let's change that."
I never thought I'd really fall. Never like the naive, stupid girls in the sappy romance movies. I believed that we become infatuated, never really love. In fact I was against love. I was against stereotypical high school. I was against anyone who followed the unwritten rules of a 'normal' life. The 'rules' being
1. The boy always had to make the first move.
2. Drinking was 'unhealthy'
3. Brains and beauty don't mix.
And I was so far against it and my pride was so important that I took on a dare at some shitty party.
Never did I think the dare would affect me so much.
But you never know.
There might not be such a big difference between me and the math nerd.
-Your Resident BadGirl