Kissing Practice
Ever since I first came up here we’ve been having a party, although not everyone wanted to come. I had to force some of my friends, and drag a few of the girls by their hair kicking and screaming down the hall. Me and the boys held an impromptu conference behind the punch bowl, deciding our best plan of attack. And then I blew the whistle, and we gathered underneath the flashes and hot lights, dancing around each other before daring to move in for the kill.
I had my eyes set on this one girls who I’ve been after for years—but I felt nervous and inexperienced. I decided to practice my kissing technique on the girl’s more homely cousin, Afghanistan. I fucking floored her and moved on.