Brigid Coady - The First Kiss - HarperImpulse Mobile Shorts

And when the songs slowed, our chests heaving from exertions and my feet throbbing, he dragged me limping outside where he showed me the constellations.

Later, as he waited to board the bus back to his all boys’ boarding school from my all girls’ one, he took my hand and squeezed it.

“See you on Facebook,” he said, smiling a broad, cheeky smile. My heart flipped.

“I see someone pulled,” the snide comment came from behind me as soon as the bus drove off. It was the first of many comments from people who’d seen us go outside. I neither confirmed nor denied, instead I dodged and dissembled. In one night I’d gone from insignificant nerd who’d known nothing about boys to someone vaguely interesting.

When he friended me on Facebook, started sharing silly videos and commenting on my photos, I dared to hope. Staring at his photos, memorising his smile, the way his curls crackled with his energy, I wondered what it would be like to be kissed by him. To have my first kiss.

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