One Kiss Bad For Me Novels & Stories

She replaced me just like that. While driving home, I remembered the girl who kissed me. And that kiss kept spinning in my head. "Damn!" I murmured. I couldn't believe I ruined my first kiss, I hate that woman, but then I wonder why did she do that and slapped me after? Is she insane?! I couldn't help myself but to feel anger, I couldn't just believe she slap me?! For what for? GEEZ! My curiosity was killing me.

"Did I... did I do something bad?" "No! No, Mason, it’s not that," I say quickly, swallowing hard. "I just... I don't want to kiss you because I don't even know if you like me like that. I don't want things to get weird." Mason chuckles softly, a cute, self-deprecating smile on his face. "Well, I wouldn't know if I like you like that either, would I? Just one kiss? To see if there's any chemistry or anything?"

Was it so wrong to fall in love? I missed the old me, strong, independent, self-willed, and determined, and whenever I thought about it I realized that the greatest mistake I had ever made was kissing Elliott for the first time. With that single careless kiss, I had completely changed the course of my entire life, setting it on a course that seemed all rosy at first but now held me hostage in a field of thorns, wounded all over. The news spread like wildfire and I was a fool to ever think I would’ve been exempted from it. It made headlines on different entertainment channels, magazines, papers, and even celebrity scandal programs and none of them had me in good light.

I shook my head otherwise and he snorted before continuing, "And now you're going out with the first guy to say he thinks you're special? Are you dumb, Allison? Guys don't tell girls they're special unless they want something from them. What do you think Max wants from you in this case? Are you a virgin?" I gulped and stuttered a shaky "Yes" to which he then snickered and asked, "And you've probably never been kissed either?" "What? No! You! You kissed me yesterday!" I yelled quickly, reminding him. He narrowed his eyes at me and leaned in with a menacing glare. "I never kissed you, Allison and that's the last I want to ever hear of it. Why would anyone in their right mind ever even want to

I just closed my hand because I was shaking with nervousness. When I was right infront his eyes, I blinked. "S-Sorry." I immediately touched both of his cheeks and kiss him. I counted inside my head while savoring the sweetness of his lips. I was able to reach 20 seconds but I immediately got off from him when I couldn’t breath anymore. "Sorry again!" I apologized to him before turning my back. To my surprise, I felt his hand around my arm, stopping me. I quickly diverted my gaze to him once again. “Why?”

Royal muttered and she smiled. Spice was standing in the middle of her two besties,glaring at Ginger hatefully,she's another hot and popular girl in school,in fact her hotness is in another level,but maybe Royal's influence made the students vote Ginger as the school baddie and queen. "Such a bitch" Spice spat. "Do you see the way she keeps flirting? Isn't it obvious that he's not in love with her? She's just trying to make you mad" Poppy said.

she says softly. “Yeah?” “Do you think we made everything too complicated?” I think about it. Our fake dating. Our real jealousy. The kisses we pretend don’t mean anything. Danny. Sandra. The secrets. The hurt. Everything. “Yeah,” I finally admit. “We made things complicated.” She exhales shakily. “But…” I add, brushing her cheek, “maybe complicated isn’t always bad.” Her eyes meet mine big, soft, glassy again. She whispers, “Kiss me.”

So I couldn't possibly be that good. "You don't believe me? Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Lookin' like a damn snack," he smirked and I blushed. It was getting so embarrassing, I had to shove him and smack his arm a few times to get him to stop. "How many guys have you kissed before me?" he asked me suddenly. "One," "One— What?" his jaw fell open. "Yeah. Blake was my first kiss," "And I'm the only other guy you've ever kissed other than him?"

He stole my first kiss out from under me and left me feeling ashamed and embarrassed. Even if I was terrible at kissing, surely there would have been a more sensitive way to tackle the issue? Maybe I used too much tongue? Maybe not enough? Maybe this was just another one of Andrew Stephenson's sick, manipulating head games that he enjoys playing. Whatever the reason for his rude, uncivilised behaviour yesterday, he won't be granted a second chance to ever kiss me again; my lips, in fact, all of me, will now be considered an Andrew Stephenson no-go zone.

As my lips met with her own, she gasped in shock, but I ignored it, moving my lips against hers as she stood, motionless. "Bad." Pulling out of the kiss, I commented. "You are really bad at kissing."