• tab We weren’t going out. We were too cool for that. Me, with my sort of, “I don’t care what you think” attitude, and Jack, with his, “Just cuz’ you made me laugh doesn’t mean I’m going to ask you out” attitude towards every girl in school. Except me. He called me over to his table once at lunch. I joked around with his friends, and he kept staring at me. I didn’t look at him though. I let him watch me laugh and fool around with the other guys; show him my philosophy in life. He didn’t ask me to sit at his table again, but I knew he was there. His eyes would follow me to class, and he didn’t listen to anything I said during English. It was romantic, in a weird, fu**** up way. But it was so elementary school. Why didn’t he just ask me? At one point, I was dying with anticipation. Of course, my conscious kicked in, telling me to make him want you, not the other way around.
    tab Every Tuesday I would go to his house, listening to music. He wanted me, I could smell it. He was wearing this cologne that smelt like lavender and mint. I usually hated cologne, but this one was so nice, I was literally sniffing him.
    tab ”What are you doing?”
    tab ”Umm, smelling you? Sorry, you just smell so nice,” I breathed it in all in again. I snuggled my face into his shirt and neck, smelling it. I could have gotten high on it. Jack looked down at me, and he smiled.
    tab ”You like my cologne?”
    tab I lifted my head and said, “Yeah.”
    tab We both smiled.
    tab Some song came on, and it was really soft and gentle. I was getting really hot, and I could see Jack was uncomfortable too.
    tab ”You OK, Jack?”
    tab ”Yeah, um, you want to make out now, or was it rude to ask that?”
    tab I laughed.
    tab ”I, kind sir, would be honored.”
    tab But I wanted to tease him. I gently grazed my lips against his, and Jack started leaning closer and closer towards me to reach them. He cracked open one eye and asked:
    tab ”Are you gonna let me or what?”
    tab I put my hand on the back of his hot neck, setting my thumbs in front of his ear, and carefully pulled him towards me. I wanted to make out with him so badly- just rip his clothes of and- no, I didn’t really want to make out- I wanted to kiss. I could rip his clothes later.
    tab I caressed his lips, which were soft and perfect. It didn’t taste like anything, but the smell of his cologne was like tasting sweet candy. He moved his face so that his head would be tilted to the right instead of left like he was before. I switched sides too, and our lips parted for a moment. It was just enough time to take another breath and start kissing again. You know how people say a hundred thoughts run through your mind when you kiss? They’re wrong. It was clam and peaceful in my head, like I was drifting on Cloud 9. My eyes were closed, and I felt Jack put a hand on my face and try to pull it in closer. I eagerly accepted, and for what seemed like forever, we were kissing, softly at first, then more wildly. I started to slow down, and we gently stopped kissing, our lips parting with a satisfying     smack.
    tab I smiled.