Happy New Year!!! I hope everyone had a blast celebrating last night, toasting with friends, watching the ball drop, and wondering WHAT happened to Beyonce's baby... Seriously, guys. Is it just me or was her stomach completely flat last night when she sang. I couldn't believe she didn't end her song by ripping off her skirt to show off flat abs, and Jay-Z popping out of the side stage with their baby. It would have been the perfect book end to her pregnancy reveal. I think she may need a new publicist...
Tomorrow is the BEST Blogfest of the year! The best because it's the steamiest, and most fun and tension filled fest. And also because I invented it. And I tend to like things I invent. I'm human...
So, to get you all ready for tomorrow's 3rd Annual NO KISS Blogfest (of which you can still sign up!), I thought I'd repost my NO KISS from last year. Hope you enjoy (again, or for the first time).
2011's NO KISS:
“Look,” I said. “Are we going to do this or not?”
His blue eyes bored into mine and maybe it was the cheesy Christmas lights Stacey had hung around the room for her party, or maybe it was because this was the first time I’d ever stood this close to Jackson, but I noticed he had a little green in his eyes. Just a little.
“Um, yeah, yeah," he said. "Definitely, we’re doing this.”
“Well, then come on. Kiss me.”
He bit his lip. “Hang on, Kristy. It’s not that simple.”
“Simple? Do we need to rehash the facts again?” I placed my hands on my hips, my fingers sprawling over the itchy sequins sewn onto my tube dress.
“No.” He groaned.
“Well then what’s the problem? It’s not like you’ve never kissed anyone before.” Like Stacey. A lot. Especially in the far corner of the school where the lockers made a convenient hiding spot from teachers. And I wasn’t even going to hypothesize that he didn’t find me attractive. Maybe I was no Stacey to him, but I was certainly up there in the top 5% (at least) of the hottest girls in school. Jenna once worked the math.
“It’s just…” Jackson started, glancing around the room. “We’re in the middle of everyone. People are already staring.”
“Which is perfect!”
He shook his head. “Wouldn’t you rather, you know, go someplace private. If we went to Stacey’s room that would really—”
“No.” I snapped. “Kissing your girlfriend’s best friend in her bedroom at her own party would add a nice little eff you to this whole situation. But if we do it in there, no one will see and no one will report it back to her and that’s the whole point of this.” Though people probably would see us go in there and our mission would be achieved. But honestly, I wasn’t in the mood for the sort of rumors that might start. Kissing my best friend’s boyfriend in public—at her party—was enough.
“I just don’t know if I want to do this anymore.”
My mouth fell open. “You’re backing out? Jackson! This was your idea!”
“I know. But…I don’t know. I just, I don’t think I want to do this. Like this.” He sounded pained.
“Are you going to forgive her?” I asked, my voice sounding maybe a little louder and more hysterical then the situation warranted. But I was losing patience. We had a deal!
He shook his head. “Of course not. It’s just that since we started planning revenge on Stacey and Ada—”
“Don’t say his name!”
“Fine! But, just listen to what I’m trying to tell you. Please, Kristy.”
Somehow we’d moved closer together. Our hands both resting on the edge of the dining room table were nearly touching. The paper tablecloth, rumpled beneath our fingers, was the only barrier between them. His lip twitched and I realized I was close enough to see just the tiniest hint of stubble he’d missed shaving that morning on his chin.
“Kristy?” he asked, his voice low.
I pulled my eyes up toward his. We were even closer. Was this it? Was it finally going to happen?
His lips parted and I nervously checked the room. Yes. People were definitely watching. Even Stacey, gossiping in the corner with Jenna had a suspicious eye on us. Good, you cheating, backstabbing, boyfriend kissing slut! Watch me with your boyfriend and see how you like it!
I turned back to Jackson and moved my fingers over the table cloth. Our hands touched. His skin was warm.
“Ready?” I breathed.
He bit his lip and swallowed. “Yeah.” He leaned in. I tilted my head up. Our lips were barely a breath apart.
There was an audible gasp from someone watching us, someone who knew what a scandal this kiss would be.
I squeezed Jackson’s fingers on the table as his other hand moved through my hair, pushing it behind my ear and smoothing it against my neck. Something tightened inside me as his cologne filled my senses. And then he was close. Too close.
His lips were by my ear. Which meant they were NOT on my lips and we were NOT about to kiss. What the…
“I want to kiss you, Kristy,” he whispered.
“Then do it.” I sucked in a breath, my eye darting now to the keg where Adam stood refilling his cup.
Jackson pulled away from me, a sad smile on his face. His eyes looked even greener than before. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I want to kiss you. You.”
And he was gone, walking away from me and heading for the door.
My heart pounded in my chest as every member of the junior class stared my way, and Stacey gave me a death glare.
My fingers flew to my lips, untouched, but tingling now in a way they never had with Adam.
I want to kiss you. You.
I gasped. This was no longer about revenge. Jackson had meant it.
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