Shyla POV:
I don't know what came over me; I wanted to blame it on the stupid drink Noemi warned me about and shift the blame to my toxic state of mind. It would be much easier to blame it on the liquor, but that would be a lie. This was all me, being unable to control my actions or desires and giving into the temptation that’s been building up all week.
How did I get here?! One minute, I was dancing on the dance floor, and the next, I was making out with my sworn enemy in a club bathroom. How classy!
His lips, desperate and hungry, crushed into mine; I had never kissed a boy, and never, and I mean NEVER in a million years, did I think my first kiss would be with Kellen Clarke, yet I couldn't deny the fireworks going off in my stomach right now, nor the slick liquid spilling unto my t
