~Nicole~
My legs were jelly.
Real jelly…. Like wobbly, supermarket-brand, almost-expired strawberry jelly.
I stormed out of the classroom, lips still tingling, face burning, chest pounding like I ran a freaking marathon in heels.
He kissed me.
No…he attacked my mouth like it owed him rent.
That was my first kiss.
Stolen.
And for what?
I stared at the crumpled envelope in my hand. Still shaking.
Was this what it was all about?
Some stupid letter with cheap perfume and innocent words?
“You smell so good today, Nicole.
Can’t wait to see you again.”
That’s what triggered him?
What is he, a caveman?
“I’ll show you who I smell like,” I muttered under my breath.
But my voice broke at the end.
God.
Why do I feel like crying?
Why do I feel like I liked it?
Ugh.
I walked fast
