《The Kissing Game》Chapter 1
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I watched as the girl with the kiss tilted her head up, staring up at Chris, a fellow classmate, who would soon receive the kiss. He was smiling down at her, urging her to pass the kiss to him, and before I knew it she was going on her tippy toes, leaning forward to meet his lips. They kissed and everyone else in my class screamed, seeing that the kiss was passed on. I simply rolled my eyes.
"Oh my god!" Hannah, my best friend exclaimed. "Chris has the kiss now!"
"Good for him," I muttered, bringing my attention to Hannah who sat beside me.
"You're such a party pooper," she teased. "You're the only person in this school who doesn't give a damn about The Kissing Game."
It was true, but why would I. It was an incredibly stupid game. A game I wished didn't exist because all of the hype around it was driving me insane.
"It's such a stupid game." I sighed. "There's literally no point of it."
"Hey, who wouldn't want to be known as The Holy Kisser by the end of our senior year."
"Not me for sure."
I couldn't believe this game had been going on since I was a freshman. It only involved my grade and the entire point of it was to pass around a single kiss. To anyone you wanted, you'd pass the kiss and then they would thus have the kiss. Whoever was the last person to have the kiss at graduation was then deemed the winner, and they would be known as The Holy Kisser. Yes, our school was lame enough to want that title.
"Don't you ever wonder if our entire grade has STDs thanks to this game?" I asked, shaking my head. "This game could possibly ruin lives."
"I received the kiss multiple times and I don't have a STD." Hannah rolled her eyes. "Zoey, sometimes I think you need to let loose."
"And I think I shouldn't be friends with such an active member of this stupid game."
Hannah sighed and I knew I was testing her patience, so I decided to drop the topic. We often talked about The Kissing Game. Because it was such a big deal, almost everyone spoke about it at least once a day. Everyone else spoke highly about it, but I spoke as if it was a sin. It might as well be because literally everyone but me had been kissed many times by many different people thanks to the game. In my opinion, the only person you should be kissing is your long term boyfriend, so this game went against my values.
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"Oh my god," Hannah suddenly hissed. "Axel just entered the classroom."
My eyes flew to the entrance of our English classroom and I saw him. I saw one of the many boys who brought a scowl to my face instantly, and I rolled my eyes as he smirked at the girl who had had the kiss. She blushed feverishly and shrugged, causing Axel to glower.
"Sorry man," Chris said, bringing Axel's attention to him. "I got to her first, but if you really want the kiss you can have it."
"Shut up," Axel said, rolling his eyes as Chris puckered up. "It doesn't matter. I'll be the last one with the kiss."
Chris simply shrugged and turned around, returning to his friends. Axel sauntered past him and sat down at his desk, ignoring anyone who tried to socialize with him. He was clearly angry, simply because he hadn't gotten the kiss.
"He's so hot," Hannah whispered, bringing my attention back to her. "God, what I would do to him."
I gagged at that, causing Hannah to roll her eyes at me. This was another thing we disagreed on. She thought Axel was a god. Gorgeous, dangerous, and so, so desirable. I simply thought he was an attention-seeking jerk. One who was a little too obsessed with The Kissing Game.
"Poor Axel," she said, ignoring how I clearly felt. "He wants the kiss so badly. How long do you think Chris will keep it?"
"A couple of days, to be honest," I answered.
There was no limit to how long you could keep the kiss, but most people preferred to have it passed around quickly. Apparently it was more fun that way. But some guys like Chris preferred to savour the kiss since girls would swarm them for it. They'd keep it and wait until a girl they really wanted came into the picture and then she'd get the kiss, and the game would pick up its pace again.
"Poor Axel," Hannah said, sighing sadly. "I have another question."
"What?" I asked, having a bad feeling it would be about him.
"If Axel is into blondes, do you think I have a chance? Do you think I should dye my hair blonde?"
"Of course not!" My eyes flew wide. "Hannah, you're gorgeous. You can get him the way you are."
It was true. Hannah was gorgeous with her dark, wavy locks and big green eyes. She was thin with nice curves and because of her incredible features, she had received the kiss many times. That was also why she liked Axel. He had taken the kiss from her once and ever since she'd been obsessed with him.
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"I should have made him fight for the kiss," she said, shaking her head. "I should have made him fall for me before I let him kiss me."
"Hannah, you could do so much better," I said, wondering once again why my best friend was in love with a jerk.
"Why do you hate him?" she shot back. "What has he ever done to you?"
He had never done anything to me, but it was simply the way he was that bothered me. Axel was arrogant and tried to grab attention whenever he could. He acted like he was above everyone and it annoyed me. It made me so furious, so I hated him.
I was about to tell Hannah this, but suddenly our teacher entered the room. The class went silent and soon the lesson of the day began. Hannah and I focused on our teacher and took everything in, knowing our marks mattered this year.
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"Mom! Dad!" I shouted, entering my house. "I'm home!"
"We're in the kitchen honey!" my mom shouted back.
Kicking off my shoes, I went to the kitchen where my parents were cooking dinner. The both of them shot me a smile and I smiled back, thankful for them as usual. I loved my parents.
"Where's Luke?" I asked, looking around for my younger brother.
"He's at Adrian's," my dad answered, bringing the pot of pasta they'd been cooking to the table. "Apparently playing PS4 is better than spending time with family. Can you believe that?"
"I can't," I teased, grinning.
I went over to the table and sat down, ready to eat. My parents soon joined me, sitting across from me. They scooped the Alfredo pasta out of the pot onto three plates and passed it around. I took it and smiled, thankful my parents were chefs.
We began to dig in and I sighed at the heavenly taste of the pasta. It warmed my stomach and I smiled at my parents who were watching me.
"It's delicious," I said.
"Thank you," my dad said, grinning. "I'm thinking of adding it to our menu."
"You should."
Having parents who were chefs was incredible. It frequently earned you five star meals and sometimes, I wondered how I was able to maintain being thin. With all the food I ate, it was a mystery.
"How are you marks?" my mom asked after a bit.
"Good," I answered honestly. "Although, I wish my English mark was higher."
"What is it?" she asked.
I looked down, slightly ashamed. "It's an eighty."
"You're getting an eighty?" my dad blurted out, surprised. "You never get below ninety in your subjects."
My cheeks heated up, knowing it was true. This was my senior year and these marks were the most important ones, but for some reason, I was getting the lowest mark I had ever received in my life. It was worrisome and I tried to work hard in English to bring it up.
"Zoey, your marks matter this year," my mom said gently. "Work hard to get into the university you want to get into."
"I am," I said, my heart dropping. "I've been working hard."
"Has there been a guy who's been distracting you?" my dad asked.
To my surprise, I jumped at those words. My eyes flew wide and my cheeks went red, earning looks from my parents. I wasn't sure why I reacted that way and suddenly, I was embarrassed.
"No," I scoffed, praying my cheeks would cool down. "The boys in my school are idiots."
"That's a good way to think." my mom smiled. "Remember what I told you, boys are up to no good. They only want you for your body so never give them anything - even a kiss - until you've been dating them for years."
"Hey, I didn't want you for your body," my dad said, sounding defensive.
My mom raised an eyebrow and my dad grinned sheepishly. I smiled at the sight, touched by the fact that my parents were high school sweethearts. Those were rare and I was proud to say mine were.
"I know Mom," I said, bringing their attention back to me. "I don't think I'll be with anyone until I'm done my education."
"Good girl." My mom smiled. "You always make me proud."
My dad nodded in agreement and I grinned, loving the compliment. I loved making my parents proud. All I ever wanted to do was make them proud, so that was what I would do.
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