Wrong Kiss.

Sia's POV.

I knew I should have stayed home. Amy swore this party would change everything I had hoped for. Wellington’s annual masked party was exactly what I had waited for.

I hated the idea of a loud, sweaty party and people pretending to be what they are not, but I had to do all of that just to catch the attention of my long-time crush.

“Finally,” I mumbled, sipping my wine. I looked at Amy, her wild eyes were waiting to see how I'd approach the one thing that brought me to the masked party.

I adjusted my mask and walked towards the gentleman I had my eyes on since high school, his abs were on sight, covered with a well tailored suit. His pretty eyes followed my steps as I moved closer—

I paused. Amy saw the mask right, didn't she? I picked my phone and texted her, the noise had covered every conversation.

“Hey, what mask did you say he was on again?” I pressed the send button and she looked up at me.

She smiled, I watched her text back.

“He's right in front of you, with the dark purple mask, and he's in a white suit too. Be careful, talk to him nicely.”

My phone beeped, I read the message and took a deep breath.

Right. Knight Smithfield. Star forward, campus legend and my one-sided crush for the last two years…here I come.

I scanned the crowd and spotted him. He stood across the dance floor, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a drink he didn’t seem interested in. His eyes were on me again, and I finally got closer. Well, enough to not be creepy.

My stomach flipped as soon as he looked closely at me.

Amy gave me a shove. “Go say hi.”

I didn’t think it would be that easy.

“Thought it was high time you came to me,” he said, low and teasing.

“What?”

He stepped in close, real close. His cologne wrapped around me.

“I’ve been at this party all night and I haven't seen someone stare at me as much as you did.”

“Oh, that. I'm so sorry. I just love your mask. I didn't realize you were watching too, I was just too caught up with my friend, you know…”

He smiled. “So, how's the party going tonight?”

I never imagined Knight would be interested in talking to me, he never looked my way every time I walked around or showed up.

“My friend brought me here,” I began. “Can I ask you something?”

He nodded in approval.

“Do you know who I am?” I asked,

“You have a mask on, but I'm sure you know who I am.”

“Yeah, you're Knight. Forgive me for this—”

I hastily leaned in and kissed him. I didn’t want to but I had to. Just one kiss was what I expected to make him know I was in love with him.

I pulled back to breathe, but his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

His lips brushed mine. I responded like I had been waiting forever. He tasted like trouble, something I never expected would satisfy me so much. My fingers curled into his jacket. He cupped my jaw like I was something breakable. My heart forgot how to beat at that moment.

He released me and took off his mask. “You taste really sweet, princess.”

“Oh my god.”

“What was that?”

“I just kissed you and you kissed me back.” I said, squealing.

“Yes I did.” He answered.

“Did you know I was in love with you?”

Before he could answer, a familiar voice cut in.

“Richard? I'm taking the car home, you should find a different driver.” I turned to see another Knight standing close to me.

“Oh my God,” I breathed. I shoved him hard in the chest. “You’re not Knight!?”

“You didn't ask who I was.” He said, a smirk curled up on his lips.

Knight stood right behind us, confused and less concerned as he always was.

Gosh! I just kissed Richard. I was never meant to kiss Richard. I should have known it wasn't him. Knight never looked at me, he wasn't always one to talk much.

I looked at the mark on Richard's neck, Knight doesn't have it. I made such a huge mistake.

I ran off, embarrassed. Tears almost dripped from my eyes.

“I kissed Richard. It was Richard not Knight, Amy. I think I've made a mistake.” I cried, Amy was half drunk and it only made it all worse to cry right beside her.

I went to the bathroom to wash off my face, and forget everything that happened.

“He knew I never meant to kiss him and he kissed me back! Such a jerk.” I yelled, rubbing my face aggressively.

So many thoughts ran through my head. Did Knight see that? Was that why he showed up? To see who his brother was kissing?

I brushed my lips, the kiss replaying as a scene in my head. He tasted better, but it was all a mistake.

“Don't tell me you regret taking a bold step.” Richard walked in, all cocky. “It's just a kiss, you'll be fine. No one cares.”

“I care, okay? You just ruined two years of my life's preparation. You just ruined my whole life infact.”

“Wait, I did? You kissed me.” He protested.

“But you kissed me back. I thought you were Knight. I was only in love with Knight and I never meant to kiss you, and you know that! You jerk!” I yelled.

“I didn’t stop you because it was all over your face,” he said, a little amused.

“I hate you.”

“Come on, it was just a kiss.”

I clenched my jaw. “You could’ve stopped it.”

“But you didn’t want me to,” he said.

I hated that he was right.I hated that I could still feel his lips  on mine like the aftertaste of a dream I wasn’t ready to wake up from.

I walked out of the bathroom without saying another word. The party didn’t stop just because I was having a bad day.

I stood there for a moment, frozen in my thoughts, the memory of that kiss hitting me like a slap every few seconds. I hated how it all turned out and decided to drink. Amy was busy having fun better than I expected, she didn't see how messed up I was.

The alcohol burned its way down, warm and numbing, helping me forget the way Richard’s lips had felt, how firm his hands had been. I ignored him all night. If he looked my way, I looked the other. I tried every possible best of mine to ignore everything that happened, beating myself up each time I remember I kissed Richard, and Knight probably saw it.

“This is the end. I'm never getting Knight ever again! Not now, not ever. I'm totally toast.”