"I'm going out with Asher Stone tonight. What the-? How?" I ask, staring up at Jake who is grinning at me.

"I'm amazing," he states and shrugs like it's an obvious fact.

"Only slightly," I admit. He did get me a date with my crush so I will give him that.

"You might as well just confess your love to me, darling. You just admitted I'm amazing," Jake says, almost bouncing with happiness.

I roll my eyes. "You might as well just cut your balls off, darling. I'm going to castrate you if you tell anyone."

"If you cut off my balls, how are we going to fulfill our life long dream of getting married and having adorable little babies together?" Jake asks, sarcastically.

"Well, at least now it's clear we both do not like each other at all." I laugh, sitting down on my bed.

Jake nods. "Yeah, yeah. Actually it's just you hating me. I don't mind you. I'd fuck you again if I could."

"What an honor it would be to be fucked you again, Jake Dubois." I put the back of my hand against my forehead, faking the 'damsel in destress'. "Please take me now, for I do not know what I will do without your microphallus."

"My what?" Jake asks, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion.

I laugh and stand up. "It's what a guy has when he has an ego as large as yours. You know, huge dick in personality, small dick in body parts." I wink. Wait, why is Jake even in my room?

Asher Stone.

"Oh my God, Jake. I'm going out with the guy I've liked for years. I don't know what I am going to do. My last boyfriend broke up with me because I'm a bad kisser. What if he tries to kiss me? Wait, I look ugly, why would he kiss me? Oh God, I'm ugly and I don't have a fun personality. He's never going to like me, Jake. He might as well just go out with a trash can. Oh wait, I am a fucking trash can." I start freaking out, almost pulling my hair out.

"Hey," Jake puts his hands on my waist. "Calm down. You're definitely a trash can, but you're a golden trash can, at least." He laughs.

"I hate you," I say, not moving. I don't mind Jake touching me, surprisingly.

"I am so shocked by that statement," he deadpans, rolling his eyes at me.

I lick my bottom lip and shake my head. "This was a bad idea. What was I thinking? All of this was so dumb. Now I am just going to have to die alone because there is no way Asher will like me."

"Alicia..." Jake says slowly. "You're perfect. Asher will be lucky to get a girl like you." Even though Asher is an even bigger hoe than Jake? "Yeah right. Why would he be loyal if I can't even kiss?"

Jake goes silent, frowning but not saying a word about what I just said. I have to do something. Asher is coming tonight, and Google doesn't help teaching how to kiss.

"Jake, if I, um... If I asked you to teach me, what would you do?" I ask, looking up into his captivating eyes.

"Teach you to kiss?" he asks. I nod and he shrugs. "I'd say sure, but don't shove your tongue in my mouth too fast."

I scrunch my face in disgust. It's so sad that Jake is the only chance I have at getting my crush to like me. Out of everyone, why does it have to be the guy who gave me a fake number, called me a slut, and fucked the girl I hate.

I must have some curse on me. Why else would this happen to me?

"You sure you want me to kiss you?" he asks, seeming like he doesn't believe what I am asking him to do.

"Please?" I whisper and nod, staring down at his lips. I may not like him but his lips do look amazing. I lift my hand up and run my thumb along Jake's bottom lip, not able to take my eyes off it. It's like a soft, pink pillow.

Holy shit, I know exactly where I want these lips.

Um, what? I did not just think that.

"Okay, start slowly. No tongue," he whispers. Okay, that I can do. He puts his hands on my cheeks, holding my face, and leans down, pressing his lips on mine for the first time.

It feels like I'm a clueless girl, being kissed for the first time. I don't move too much, not knowing what I should do. I just kiss his bottom lip and then swap to his top lip, and Jake obviously does the opposite. After a few seconds, he moves his lips away from mine, making me lean forward, wanting more. I hear him chuckle, even though my eyes are still closed.

"Okay, so the closed mouth thing is just to start, but if you guys want to really make out, either he'll run his tongue against your bottom lip like this," Jake puts his lips on mine again and then he slowly runs his tongue along my bottom lip, sending shivers down my spine. He pulls away. "Or he will actually open your mouth," he puts his fingers under my chin, and puts his thumb on my chin, and then he gently pushes down, causing my lips to part. "Or, he'll bite your lip, like this," he leans down to me once again, and I close my eyes. Jake slowly bites my bottom lip, causing me to moan out in pleasure.

"Wow," I whisper, once he moves away.

He just laughs. "And I guess you can do it to him, too. Bite him, or do whatever. Make sure you go slow with your tongue, though, he doesn't want your tongue falling down his throat." Jake puts his finger on my chin and pushes down, parting my lips. He leans down and bites my lip again before kissing me properly.

Slowly, we start French kissing, and his arms slide around my waist, pulling me against him. I lean up on my toes so that I can kiss him better, and I let my hands run through his hair. The kiss lasts a few seconds, before he pulls away, looking slightly flushed.

"Yeah..." he breaths out. "That was pretty good. You'll be fine, midget."

I smile and nod. "Thanks, Jake."

He smiles. "I'll see you later. Tell me how it goes. He said he'll fetch you at eight, but I gave him your number in case."

Oh yeah, I gave Jake my number the first day I met him. When he gave me the wrong fucking number.

"Whatever, bye," I say, closing the sliding door once Jake is gone. I close the curtains and leave the house. I need a change. Any kind of change, and I have an idea in mind. I'm going to dye my hair.

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