Perhaps I'm Not the Type to Kiss And Tell

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Ever since I kissed Hunter on Saturday, my life has changed. I mean, after all, he was my first kiss and I'm not sure if that is a good or bad thing considering the circumstances. Although I did have to admit, always having to view Hunter and Madison's make-out sessions next door was most definitely not the highlight to my weekend, especially knowing that I kissed him and God forbid she finds out herself. I might as well dig my own grave at that point.  "Okay, either you were hit by a truck and you have serious brain damage, or something has happened to you that you haven't told me about." Emma's voice snaps me out of my thoughts as I was brought back to reality being driven to school in her car. Monday's suck. "What do you mean?" I questioned, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ea

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