Nobody Told Me That I Would Be Learning To French Kiss HIM in French Class! [`12]

My first kiss was like that. Well, almost.

Kenny in 5th grade. Oh yes, the good old times. I was talking too much and he thought my voice was annoying. So he kissed me and stole my lollipop. Until today, I always sulked over the fact that he stole my Strawberry Dum Dum Pop.

Dum Dum. Such a funny word.

Matthew pulled away. Apparently I had giggled between kisses and that made him bewildered. "What?" he asked me and I shook my head, averting his eyes. "No, it's just that Dum Dums are so funny."

"Dum Dums-- the lollipop?" he gaped at me. "You were thinking about lollipops?"

A short pause before I smirked at him. I wiggled my index finger and laughed. "Now I see what's going on here. You're agitated because I'm not thinking about how oh-so-wonderful and orgasmic the kiss was. Ah, bruised egos," I said dramatically, placing my hand over my chest.

His eyes narrowed. "You seriously think I'm not a good kisser?"

"I didn't say that. I was just thinking about Dum Dums while you're kissing me, that's all," I said and rambled on and on about Kenny in 5th grade. The confused look was still plastered across his face. "So to sum it up you thought about, Dum Dums?"

I giggled and nodded. "Ah, such a funny word."

His arm made its' way around my waist again, but this time he pulled me towards him roughly. I looked up at him, the tip of our noses touching. And dare I say, his lips looked...inviting. He gazed into my eyes intently before moving his face closer.

I tilted my head and stood on tip-toes. Trust me, I didn't know what I was doing. I guess my body decided that I was an idiot and it took matters into its own...er, hands. "Let's see if you're gonna think about Dum Dums this time," he whispered.

Well, let me tell you one thing. I wasn't thinking about Dum Dums that was for sure.

This time, his kiss was more passionate rather than the first, sweet brush-of-the-lips one. I hold on to him as if my life was depending on it. My knees were starting to get weak and I was pretty sure I was running out of breath.

But I didn't care. Nor did I noticed.

I felt so hot. It was as if the temperature of the night got a couple of degrees higher.

Oh dear god, I felt dizzy.

"Matt," I said when he stopped for air. "Yeah?" he answered, giving me light, feathery kisses on my cheeks.

"My mom is so gonna kill you if she finds out about this."

He laughed.

And making him laugh made me...for some sick reason, happy.

"You like me," he said playfully.

"I don't," I snapped stubbornly. Just as his lips were inches away from mine, he pulled away and grabbed the doggie bag that had fell on the ground.

"See you in school."

The very last thing I wanted to do was to see Matthew in school. We didn't have class together today so that was a good thing. After he left, I took a good look of my reflection in my room mirror and I looked like a mess.

Stupid hormones.

"I didn't thought of him like that before. I mean, I thought about him a lot," I told Belinda, who was still wide-eyed at my news. "But how can anyone refrain themself from thinking about him? Seriously," I huffed, blushing again.

I seriously need to stop doing that.

Belinda was silent for a few minutes.

"Don't you think you may possibly like this guy more than you might think?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Like as in...you know," she said, cocking her eyebrow.

Matthew Zachary and...me?

I burst out laughing at the mere thought. It was just as funny as the name Dum Dums!

A/N: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I intended to make it into a long one...until I remembered I had something to work on. I'll try to make it up in the next one :3 I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it though! Thanks for reading ;D