First Kiss

Prologue

Emptiness— the feeling of missing something like a deep hole was dug down inside your heart. It will slowly push you to complete oblivion, reeling by morbid darkness that will consume you until all you have left is your own voice to be able to call somebody for help.

But is someone willing to take the risk? To let themselves sink by my caged emotions? Imprisoned by an unreal pain that I craved more than a pointless knife piercing me down endlessly. Is someone willing to save me from the monster of my own abnormality?

For me, the world seemed like a shadow because life itself is too distracting. It will keep you busy and oblivious of what is beyond your surroundings.... to the point that you will miss almost everything.

I wish I could smell the flowers my Mom took care of from all those years— how the fragrance would be like the moment of its first bloom. I wish I could remember how awful the food tasted when my Dad tried to cook for me once upon a dinner. I hope I have a photographic memory to see them in my head every time they were looking at me lovingly. On how I listened intently with my hazel green eyes wide every time they read me a bedtime story when I was a kid. And I wish I could remember how it feels like to be embraced by them together and say how I need them so badly in my life.

But that very day I lost them both as the rain stopped from falling.

The raindrops— it was the last thing I received from the world itself.

That day I lost something important. And after that day, the world became more meaningful to me.

With every step I take, it all seems like I am chasing for something unknown. With each fall, I would always stand up to expect more falling.

I want to fail better. I want to know how it feels to fall on my own knees. To drown under the water, to burn from the sun's heat, and shiver from ice-cold winter.

But I always knew that they want me to fly softly like butterflies.

So I would. So... I promised.

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First day of school - nerve-wracking, actually but a little bit uneventful.

Just like the same hallways filled with students who were always gossiping and doing their own business. With sluts making out from corner to corner, jocks showing off their built-in body, emo kids I barely recognized with their messy hairs and bullying drama causing books to flip everywhere, it was still the same every year.

How cliché that was but I guess I was going to take advantage of these stereotypes.

Just as the same routine, we were always coming in together but this time it was more precious.

Why?

Because this was going to be our last march--- our senior year. It was the same ritual of a certain popular group whenever school starts. It was customary to show off who truly rule this school. Nonsense, actually but it was a tradition.

As soon as the students distinguished our presence, I thought the world had gone mad. Rolling my eyes, I watched the whole scene, the giggles of the cheerleaders grew louder as they witnessed the extraordinary.

Well, as they would always call it. Like a mix of swirling different colors of broken crayons---there were gaping mouths, annoying smirks, and stares full of lust with curses along their mouths.

So who was the target of this ridiculous disorder?

Yes, the most popular girl in our school--- the head cheerleader. The girl every boy wanted and every girl wanted to be. And girls also wanted her. In bed, actually, if you know what I mean.

Her name is Arisa Gail Valentine.

Oh boy, this commotion was really her fault. Couldn't blame her though, because she was born this awesome.

Oh, did I mention that my name is Arisa Gail Valentine?

I really need to stop talking about myself in the third person.

Ignoring all the students who had various expressions aiming at me, I opened my decorated locker and put out the necessary books for this day and then placed it in my designer bag.

Being a popular head cheerleader doesn't mean I wasn't a good student. Actually, I was an ace student. Sure, it sounded I was so perfect but what exactly perfect does mean. The word perfect is so subjective.

"Hey babe," a football jock greeted me with a lustrous stare as he enveloped his arms around my waist. What was his name again? It was around the letter 'D'. Oh, it was Douchebag.

A signature smirk escaped from my lips. "Don't 'babe' me. You're not nearly at the same level as mine." I sneered while throwing away his arms forcefully and turned around.

"You, dyke! Fu---" I heard him yell but he was cut out when my friends pushed him against the locker. Oh, did he forget that we rule this school? He didn't have any decency. How could he touch me like that? I didn't even know him.

The school bell rang, indicating us to storm away from our dramatic hallway to our own respective classes. I rolled my eyes from the deafening screech of its sound and started to walk to my own class when suddenly a familiar voice was calling out my name against the busy hallway.

My friends said their sweet goodbyes to me as they recognized my father's voice.

I didn't rule this school just because I was only popular. It was also because our family owned this private prestigious old school since it was built. It was part of the town history and every one of my family walked through this hallway including my Dad and Mom

Mom was really the heiress but she refused my grandmother because she preferred to become a runway model and then a fashion designer. Luckily, she married this adorable smart-ass nerd guy who happened to be my father, of course.

"Risabear, come with me. I need you to do something important for me," Dad said as he approached me.

I smiled a little from what he had called me. It was my childhood nickname and my parents would always use it if they needed something from me--- a pet name.

"But what about my class, Dad?"

"Don't worry, my nerd bear. You are already excused for half of the day. I just need you do something for me. You know that I'm going to this important seminar across the country for two weeks, right?"

I rolled my eyes dramatically. Nerdbear - something they teased to call me whenever I am doing my studies too seriously. "And what is this important thing that you had to bother your most important daughter from having the most important first day of her most important senior year?"

Dad chuckled. "So demanding, are we?" He paused and then looked at me earnestly. "I just need you to assist a new transfer student. Well, she's important because she came from an impressive school and mostly because she is my best friend's daughter."

I raised my brow in confusion. There were always new transfer students every year but why my father was so eager to help this new kid. Even though she was my Dad best friend's daughter, it was not enough reason.

"But Dad, she's a grown-up so I'm sure she can take care of herself."

Dad sighed and lifted his hands to hold both of my arms. "It's complicated, Arisa. She's special and as a representative of this school, I'm requesting you to show her around so she can adapt nicely to the environment."

My sculpted brows wrinkled into a frown. What the!? Is she some special child from a special institution? Why does she need some help just to adapt to her new environment?

I sighed and gave him a nod of assurance. "Fine."

Dad gave me his adorable smile-- one of the reasons why Mom was still drooling over him. He hugged me tightly before he pulled away, dragging me to the administrative building.

As soon as we entered, I immediately ran into my room which was connected to his office. Yes, I had my own room in my own school and nobody could enter my hideout except for my Dad and Mom. Even my closest friends, teachers or some of my flings were not allowed in here. This was my secret haven--- like my own lair.

I sat on the couch, turned on the flat-screen TV and searched for something interesting while my Dad was doing something important. When I settled with the cartoon Phineas and Ferb, he entered my room and turned off the TV, causing me to growl.

Dad just smirked at my response. "This is her schedule and you have to meet her at the school reception at exactly eight which means you only have four minutes to go there. So I need your pretty ass to get up and do what is needed to be done."

Clicking my tongue, I reached for the special girl's schedule and curiously read her name out loud. "Quinn Blackburn. Hmm..... So she has the same schedule as mine except for the third period?"

Dad nodded. "I wanted to make sure that you're going to help her all the time."

Perfect! Now I'm her babysitter?

"Arisa Gail!" Dad warned, pointing his finger at me.

"Oh, did I say it out loud?" I asked, pursing my lips into a thin line.

"Yes, Risabear. Just do this for me, okay?" Dad pleaded. If my Mom was here, she would do everything for that puppy face. For me, I had no choice because he is my father. I loved him to bunch.

"Fine," I finalized and walked out to the school reception without even asking for anything about this Quinn 'Special' Blackburn.

"Did the transfer student already arrive?" I asked the receptionist who was sitting behind the white marble counter, organizing the papers on her desk. She was a new employee, I could tell. By the looks of her, she was pretty young for a job like this and I also had these feelings that she was also into girls.

She looked up at me, her eyes shone in adoration when she caught sight of me. She immediately stood up, maybe to get a better view of me. I frowned as I realized that she was checking me out but I smiled back, staring back at her in response. She seemed like she was in her mid-twenties and I didn't mind flirting with her. Older women are more experience so maybe I could learn something new from her. Oh god, I'm such a slut.

I cleared my throat causing her to startle into a mess.

"Oh sorry, come again?" she asked as she composed herself. I could feel that she was a little bit ashamed for checking out a seventeen-year-old student.

"I was asking if the new student had already arrived," I responded with a smirk.

"Oh, yes. Mr. Valentine told me about it. You're going to assist her, right?"

I nodded, placing my lower arms on the counter and leaned closer. She bit her bottom lip from my little movement and her gaze was spelling desire as she stared at me in wonder.

"She hasn't arrived yet," she informed in a scratchy voice.

Sighing, I spun around and sat on the chair behind the counter. "Maybe I'll just wait here," I said, leaving her at her spot. Change of mind. I decided that she doesn't deserve of my first move yet because I could tell that she was that easy. Easy girls are not that exciting for me, period.

"Oh, okay," she replied idly, totally unsure of the rejection.

I waited for about twenty minutes but still, no one special came. Running my fingers through my smooth raven hair, I let out a frustrated sigh. I swore to myself that if this person didn't come, I would mess with her big time.

"You know what? I'm done with my stuff so if you'd like, we can have a little chat while you're waiting," I heard the new receptionist offered suddenly.

Not having a lot of choices, I got to my feet, slipped behind the counter and sat on the rolling chair she offered to me.

"So you're new here?" I started the conversation because I was just bored to death.

She nodded, biting her lip. "Yes, and you must be an elite student considering Mr. Valentine assigned you to show around a new special' student."

So she also was informed that this 'student' was really special.

She was definitely new here though. She had no idea that she was talking with the daughter of the owner of this school. I would definitely take advantage of this.

"No," I answered, giving her a light smile. "I'm actually called for punishment and here I am--- obeying a nerd for this special girl that's already late." I shrugged, crossing my fingers behind me.

She laughed and played with her dark hair as she twirled it around her finger. "And what did you do that you got a punishment from the director of this school?"

"I got caught hooking up with his daughter. You know what I mean," I declared, gesturing with my hands.

She gaped her mouth open - too wide that she could fit a twin banana inside it. "You mean, Arisa Gail Valentine? I heard she's hot and you hooked up with her first thing in the morning?"

I could feel my ears clapping as I gave her a smug smile. "Yes, definitely hot. Truth is, I still can taste her on my lips. Would you like to taste a little bit of it? I don't mind getting a suspension," I offered, staring at her seductively while I licked my upper lip.

I watched her gulp and immediately she spun my chair and pushed me about, backrest against the counter. Her lips were getting nearer to my dismay. My plan was to pull away just to give her a tease but someone cleared their throat.

The new receptionist jumped right away from me and glanced over my shoulder, absolutely stunned and dumbfounded.

"Y-yes?" she said with a half-nervous smile. I totally understood her surprise because she might lose her job because of me.

"Ummm... Hello? I'm the new transfer student," a girl claimed---her voice was like a muse goddess but no matter how sweet it sounded to me, I rolled my eyes in irritation.

"You're late," I growled, turning my chair around to witness how special this girl was. "Do you know how m­u---"

I couldn't finish my sentence. I couldn't continue what I was about to say. Like the receptionist, I was dazed but I was definitely nailed to my own place

Before my eyes was a beautiful being, arching her brow at me in a cute manner. Did she fall from divine heaven or climb down from her Disney castle? Did she lose her way here from the war between the Spartan soldiers and the A****n tribe that she started just from showing off her alluring face?

"Ummm, sorry?" she apologized and there was a little hint of worry on her face. She was so cute but why was she apologizing to me? Oh right, she was late, for Pete's sake!

I cleared my throat and regained myself as I stood up immediately. "N-No need to apologize. It's alright."

"You must be Arisa Gail," she assumed, staring at me with her hazel green eyes that were full of amusement. "I didn't expect that Mr. Valentine's daughter swings this way," she added, pointing at the receptionist beside me.

I blushed in embarrassment. Did I really blush? Whoa, that was really unusual for me. My head tilted to the left and found the receptionist gawking at me in disbelief. I guessed she was surprised that she almost hooked up with Arisa Gail herself. That definitely could be the reason why she could lose her job.

Clearing my throat again, I ran around the counter and pulled the fallen angel out of the school reception. Oh god, even her hand felt like blissful clouds---- it was so smooth and so soft.

As we walked through the school hallway, she halted and pulled me back hard making me stop from walking. Too hard, actually.

"Not too fast. I can't catch up," she complained.

"Oh, okay..... Sorry."

Sorry? Did I just apologize just for the simplest reason? Was it just my imagination? Or did she just make me feel like I was a sinner and she was an angel above, looking down at me as she sizing me up from head to toe? No, you're just exaggerating, Risa. You're really exaggerating!

"Quinn, right?" I asked, pursing my lips.

"Yes, nice meeting you." She smiled weakly and gazed down at our joined hands so I immediately pulled mine from her. Why did I pull my hand away? It was against Sexy Arisa Valentines Flirt Manual 10.4 Special Edition.

"Can I call you Risa?"

I nodded. "Sure. I don't mind." You can call me anything you want but I prefer 'sexy mine'.

My eyes grew wide mentally for being a dork. What the? I'm Arisa Gail. A hot girl like her should be between my legs right now. What am I doing here? You need to buckle up, Hot Piece or you're going to miss this heavenly opportunity in front of you!

"Tough love, huh?" she suddenly asked, breaking my adventurous trance. "But I think you should be more careful because she might lose her job."

"Oh no, no, no! That was a mistake. We're not into that kind of relationship. I don't even know her name."

That was a bad excuse, right? But I grinned in victory because I knew in that moment that she was okay with that kind of relationship.

"Oh really? She was about to kiss you and I'm sure she's really into you. Guess, I'm wrong about that."

Oh hell! You're right. I wanted to shout it out loud to her. Everybody was into me and how cute that she was so adorably innocent. If only I could pinch her cheek. Or her... whatever.

"C'mon! I'll tour you around," I said and followed my Dad's need for this 'special' student.

While I was presenting our library, my eyes somewhat couldn't keep away from her pretty face.

My father was right. She was so damn special---- so spectacularly special. Not special from a special institution but special from the angel sanctuary which had a white stairway leading to my own fluffy bed.

Yes, I got that right! I was proud of how flexible my brain was. I could imagine everything. I could see myself clearly in my head--- my body on top of her. The most fantastic position I would love to stay for centuries.

With her long smooth blonde hair ended above her chest, I could see myself brushing it away to suck her breast. Her hazel green eyes would glance at me full of desires---wanting more of my touch from my gifted hands all over her soft porcelain skin. Oh god, I was thankful you included the lips on our faces so that I could kiss her hard and listen to her muffled moans. Her muse voice would hitch in lust, screaming my name as I tasted her flower.

Damn! How I loved to do it right at that moment! How I wanted to rip her clothes to fight for human rights! To fight against our own school dress code that my family implemented long ago. Okay, I know. I was exaggerating but I couldn't stop my mind from processing something ecstatic with her.

Or maybe I could wait. They said there was always a great prize to those who patiently wait. And I wanted that prize to be her---only her.

I was having these malicious thoughts while smiling at her. I mentally wiped away the perverted callout over my head to stop myself from jumping on her right this moment.

"So we have all the classes together except for third," I informed her as I handed her the schedule while I walked her to her third period.

She looked down at it before she grabbed it awkwardly. She stared at me again with a smile.

Oh my! She had an abnormality-- the way I wanted it. Did I mention that she was really special? Her abnormality was the best thing second to her smile. Once her dimples formed into her cheeks, I witnessed the best smile I've ever seen in my entire life.

"Cool! Thanks," she thanked me gratefully as we halted in front of her next class.

Okay, Arisa. Time for your first move because she really deserves it.

"You know my Dad said that I should help you adapt to this new environment so I've got an idea," I started again, smiling back at her.

But her smile fell slightly into a frown. "Really? And what would that be?"

Grabbing her collar lightly, I leaned closer to her ear and whispered seductively, "I think you should start adapting with my body."

Once I heard the school bell rang, I gave her a sudden peck on her lips and then turned around as I stormed off to my next class.

It wasn't necessary for me to see her reaction. It would always be the same. I would always get what I wanted and this time, I wanted her. And I was going to make sure she would want me back.

Like all the time.