Chapter 5 He Stole My First Kiss

Megan's POV

I don't know how I feel at the moment; at the age of eighteen, I have zero experience with dating, and I don't have any idea about going out with boys since I am so busy with school and with my extracurricular activities, and with my part-time job.

I hate to say that I am good with oral recitation in our class every time our teacher asks questions. I could quickly raise my hand in the air, but this time I couldn't even make a single word as I got myself inside his brand new sports car, and I hate to admit that his car smells so good, just like Ashton.

But the moment I settled myself inside his sports car, I realized I couldn't be with him. He makes my pulse racing, and I felt so shy. Most of all, I know it was a mistake that I gave him a chance to know me because I know he is trouble, and once I get involved with him, I know those cheerleaders who circled him during practice will make my life hell, and all I want is to graduate my high school without any complications, so I need to stop this while it is still early, and while I still can.

"Can you tell me your address, Megan?" He asked as he starts his car, and I looked at him sideways, and I felt so shy as I told him my address because I know he is living in the most high-end subdivision in our city where most billionaires' families live. I told myself not to feel small in front of him, but I couldn't help it, and as he drove away from the cafe, I couldn't stop myself from feeling so conscious every time we stopped at red lights because out of the corner of my eye I caught him staring at me.

"Do you still need to work tomorrow?" He asked again, and it felt like I lost my ability to speak, and it took me a long while to answer his question; this time, I am setting aside my shyness because I need to say what is on my mind.

"Yes, I do, and please, I am asking you, don't come to my workplace anymore because I don't want my boss to fire me," I said to him, and his brows crinkled.

"Why? I am also a customer in that cafe, Megan, and you can't stop me from going in there any time I want." He said, and I fell silent because I can tell he has a point.

"Why do you even want to know me, Ashton?" I asked, and I felt proud that I got the courage to talk with him again.

"Because I want to date you, Megan." He answered right away, which made my entire face blush.

"Don't make me laugh, Ashton. It is so impossible that you want to date someone like me, so stop messing around with me because I will never believe in you." I said.

"Well, I will never stop until I make you believe that I am serious with you, Megan, and you have to accept that my intention is pure." He replied, and I can feel my heart is trying to betray me as I can feel it beating so fast, but I know I need to stay away from him if possible because I know his kind.

"I know your kind, Ashton, and I wonder why now? You didn't even give me a second glance from seventh grade, and only today, and I wonder why? You dated cheerleaders and hot girls, and I know, and I am aware I am not one of those girls, so please don't play your games with me, Aston Priztgold, because you will never win." I declared.

Ashton kept silent the entire ride, and I felt a little guilty that I was talking nonstop, but I am proud of myself that I could bring out what I wanted to say to him. He slowed down on the street near our home, but I am pleased because it is ours even if it is not a mansion, and it is a two-story house and enough for our family. I am a second child, my elder brother is now in college, and he was a basketball player and was a varsity scholar in our school, and until now that he is in college, and I have a younger sister who is now in ninth grade.

He got out quickly, and before I can open my door, he already opened it for me, and when I climbed out of his car, instead of moving away, he kept me cornered by standing so near me, and his proximity makes me feel thrilled and conscious at the same time since he smells so good.

"Just for the record, Megan, I will never accept defeat, so to make it clear to you, I always win." He said, and before I could move away from him, he put his hands on my waist, and he pulled me closer to him. That made me feel the electricity travel inside my frame from my fingertips to my toes. I can't stop the knots that formed on my stomach, and before I can react, Ashton captured my mouth that made me feel so shocked, and no matter how I want to push him away, I felt my body felt so weak, especially my knees, and I am just glad I am leaning at his car because I needed support. And I hate myself that I kissed him back hungrily as if I have done it before. His lips tasted so sweet, and I realized what they say about the first kiss. It was hard to explain. When he deepened our kiss, and I let out a soft moan, it made me realized he proves me so wrong, so I pushed him so hard, and I hate myself for enjoying our kiss, and even if he stole my first kiss, I never regretted it, but I want him to know I didn't enjoy it at all.

"How dare you steal my first kiss, Ashton?" I asked him as I recover from my shock, and I could feel my lips are swollen from our hot kiss, and before he could humiliate me and say it to my face that I kissed him back eagerly, I ran inside our house without taking a second glance. My heart is racing as I get inside our home and climb the stairs two steps at a time, and I hear my mom call my name. Still, because of the mixed emotions that I felt, I ignored her, and I continued running until I reached my bedroom, and I slowly closed my door, and I put my backpack on my table, and I felt so guilty that I didn't even bother to say thank you to him for taking me home.

I didn't switch on the light in my room, and I slowly walked to my window, and I drew the curtain and peeked out the window, and I could feel the pounding of my heart as I looked at Ashton over my glass window looking up at my room. And I wonder if he knew he was looking straight at my window, and I felt glad I didn't turn on the light, or he would know I was looking at him. He was touching his lips while watching our house before he turned around and got inside the passenger's seat. And I couldn't stop myself from pondering if Ashton was thinking about our hot kiss when he touched his lips? And when he moved away from our driveway, I waited until I could no longer see his car's taillights before I moved away from the window and switch on the light in my room.

After I take a warm bath, I put on my pajamas and get my books and study my lessons, and answer some assignments. Still, I stop once in a while and unintentionally touch my lips as I remember the lingering kiss I shared with Ashton, and I couldn't stop myself from calling my best friend.

"What? Really? Oh, Megan, I am so happy for you." Alice said on the other line.

"How can you be so happy for me when you knew he stole my first kiss?" I asked her, and she was laughing on the other line.

"Well, he may steal your first kiss, but I know deep inside your heart you enjoyed that kiss. So, stop being stubborn, Megan. Just give Ashton a chance so that you can be a couple, and I am excited to see the faces of those snob cheerleaders who think they own the school because we are only scholars. They felt we needed to praise them all the time. Well, they don't like our praises since they don't give a shit about us." She added, and I can tell the seriousness in her voice.

"Look, Alice, all I want is a peaceful senior year. And I don't think having Ashton in my life will help me maintain my scholarship since I know he is a big walking warning sign that reads trouble." I said as I released a heavy sigh.

"I disagree with you this time, Megan. How can you say Ashton will cause you any trouble? I never heard that he gets suspended because of his wrongdoings or offenses in school. You have to accept that Ashton was an exemplary student, he is the best in terms of football while maintaining his high grades, and he is always included in the top five in terms of academics. What can you do? He is born that way, and it seemed he got it all, Meg. And I am sure if he is not only busy with football, he can compete with you being the top one in our class. I am your best friend, Megan, and I will never push you to be with someone whom I think will never be good for you. So stop listening to your instinct because this time, I know you might be wrong." My best friend said, and I fell silent because everything that she told about Ashton was all true.

"Good night, Meg, and sweet dreams, and I know you are not going to have a nice sleep tonight because I am sure you will be reliving your first kiss," Alice said, and she hung up the phone before I could say good night to her.

And my best friend was right. I was thinking about my first kiss the entire night, and I find it so hard to sleep. And I hate that I keep reliving the sweet kiss I shared with him, and I couldn't deny it. I felt like I was on cloud nine when Ashton kissed me. And I will be lying if I say I didn't like the kiss because the truth is, I hate myself right now as I realized I am dying to taste his lips once again. And I know my life will never be the same again after I experienced my first kiss with the one I dreamt of being my first kiss.