Free Boyfriend From Hell (Falling Angels Saga) by E. Van Lowe

his breath on my face.
    “Yes… Right.”
    He kissed me. At first his lips softly caressed mine, but then it slowly deepened.
He’s kissing me,
I thought.
Guy Matson is kissing
…. me! And what a kiss. It was as if we were on a cloud somewhere and…
    “Guy Matson and Megan Barnett...”
    The voice of Mrs. Brewster brought me down from my cloud, and back to the little yellow school bus. I realized then my eyes had been closed. I opened them. Mrs. Brewster was standing in front of us, arms folded across her chest, looking not too happy.
    “Separate! Now!”
     
     

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    Technically, I had my first kiss five years ago. Everyone thinks I did. We were at Erin’s tenth birthday party. The adults left us alone in the room, and someone suggested we play Seven Minutes In Heaven. Seven Minutes In Heaven is a kissing game. A boy and girl are selected to go into the closet and spend seven minutes kissing—in heaven, get it?
    Someone suggested I go in the closet with Erin’s next door neighbor, Percy. Okay, it wasn’t someone, it was Erin. Percy was this really cute eleven-year-old who smelled of cookies and dirt.  I’d been crushing on him all summer.
    Percy and I entered the closet and shut the door behind ourselves. I couldn’t believe my luck. I was about to spend seven… make that six and a half minutes in heaven with a really cute boy.  Inside the closet was dark. I could no longer see Percy. But I could hear him breathing.
    “Um… Megan? Do you like me?” he whispered.
    “Uh-huh.” The grunt was all I could muster with my heart thundering in my chest. But it seemed we both liked each other. It was time to get the tonsil hockey started. I didn’t care that my seven minutes had been reduced to five and a half. I was about to experience my first kiss.
    “Percy?”
    “Huh?”
    “This is my first kiss, too,” I said to ease the tension.
    “It is? Wow.”
    Did he just chuckle?
I was irritated. “What do you mean
wow?
This is your first kiss, isn’t it?”
    “Heck no! I kiss girls all the time.”
    I was certain he was lying. This was his first kiss, too—unless you counted his Labrador retriever. “Well, Mr. Professional Kisser,” I said with a bit more sarcasm than intended. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
    More silence. Percy was clearly an idiot. But I’d gone into that closet to experience my first kiss; there was no way I was coming out empty handed.
    Just then, from the other side of the door: “Ten, nine, eight…”
    “What’s that?” I asked, nervousness creeping into my voice.
    “The countdown.”
    “Kiss me!” I said in frantic a loud whisper.
    I felt Percy getting closer, closer. I closed my eyes, puckered up.
    Percy planted a wet one in the center of my forehead.
My forehead!
    “…three, two, one.” The closet door yanked open. Percy and I exited amid loud cheers. Percy swooned and fanned himself while displaying a devilish grin. This prompted more, raucous cheers. Erin smiled at me and squealed “I knew it! I knew it!”
    I winked at her. What else could I do? They were treating me as if I was the world’s greatest kisser. If I revealed that Percy was a fraud who was too scared to give me a real kiss, I’d lose my star status.
    “You go, Hot Lips,” someone called. It was a nickname that lasted all summer.
    #
    HowToKiss.info
is a really cool website where girls, boys, even adults go to share their first kiss experiences. I enjoy dropping by the site. First kisses are important.
    Even though Guy Matson was not my first kiss, when our lips touched, I knew in that moment that I had never been kissed before. When the kiss ended, there was a stinging in my lower lip. I realized that, as he was drawing away, his front teeth sank gently into the soft flesh and bit down.
    Now, as I ran my tongue along the spot, I could still taste the salty sweetness of my own blood. It excited me all over again.
    Sunday morning I was still reeling from the kiss—among