by L. A. Casey
She rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease, we're only like four to five years older than them. Besides, it was only for two seconds."
Five seconds.
I shook my head. "I still didn't think it was fun."
"You will when the older lads pile in and come over."
I snorted and said, "I will happily leave you to deal with them since you seem to enjoy this."
"Really? Deadly, thanks!"
I snorted then turned my head and looked around the hall at the rest of the set-ups to earn money. There were games, baked goods for sale, dancing, and other stuff that I couldn't see from where I was sat.
"You know that Jason is back from his holidays early, right? And that he prefers brunettes over redheads?"
Why did she keep talking to me?
Wait, did she say Jason was back from his holidays… early?
"That news just made me die inside."
Destiny snorted so I looked at her and said, "He will choose you over me; he knows I don't like him."
That was an understatement; Jason knew I hated him.
Jason was the captain of the football team and had been a pain in my arse since second class in primary school when he decided to bully me for his personal amusement.
The captain of each sports team always had to hit up the kissing booth and bring their players along. For some reason other boys in the school did the same shite they did, and the teachers knew that, so they made a deal with the teams to promote the kissing booth so they could earn more money for their uniforms and stuff. I mean, the money we all raised went directly to their teams, so they got pretty hands - lips - on about it each year and made sure the kissing booth made the most money. Because according to them, it was the most fun during the whole event.
Destiny's laughter got my attention. "Exactly, which is why he will choose you because it will make you mad, and he lives for that."
"He doesn't like me either, why would he want to kiss me just to piss me off?”
"I don't know, but you can ask him 'cause here he and the football team comes now."
"Ladies." Jason grinned and rubbed his hands together when he came to a stop in front of the booth. "Well, lady and Bronagh."
I glared at him then at the team and took charge instead of Destiny. "You know the drill, if you like redheads line up in front of Destiny and if you want a dig in the face, line up in front of me 'cause I'm your girl."
I hated that an even amount of the team separated into lines, a good few chose me, and it made me blink.
"Did you not hear me sayin' I'll dig you in the face?" I questioned them.
I got back grins, smirks, and even an 'I'll risk it'.
"I have a cold sore," I blurted out, hoping they would run away in terror.
They didn't, they only laughed.
"We're payin' costumers, you have to kiss us. It's in the rules." Gavin Collins grinned when he shoved his way to the front of the line.
I was in a lot of Gavin's classes, and he seemed like a really nice lad. He was really cute as well, so when my face turned red it wasn't because I was angry with him. He was one of those lads that was seriously good looking, tall and lean but still remained nice and not arrogant. Which made him many girls' perfect dream man.
"Whatever," I muttered, trying to downplay my blush.
Gavin stepped forward, dropped four Euro into my basket, and smirked at my raised eyebrows. "I want an extra long kiss."
I felt horrified and flattered at the same time.
"What? Why?"
Gavin gave me a 'duh' look, but I didn't understand what I was supposed to get so I just stared back at him until he laughed and leaned the whole one hundred percent of the way into me, put his hand on the back of my neck, and pulled my head to his.
Then he kissed me, and because I was so shocked, I opened my mouth which he filled with his tongue. I couldn't pull away and the way his hand cupped my face, I could do nothing but mimic his actions and kiss him back.
This was my first real kiss.
That's all I could think of during the kiss; it didn't leave a lot of time to actually enjoy it. I blinked my eyes open when Gavin pulled away from me grinning.
"That was more than four Euros worth so here is another two." He chuckled and flipped another two Euro into my basket.
I just blinked at him before clearing my throat. "Uh, thanks?"
Gavin laughed, then winked as he moved aside in the line. The next couple of lads kissed me exactly like Gavin did, and it made me feel weird. These lads never paid attention to me at all during our time in school, not that I paid them any either, and yet they kissed me like I was their one and only. I kissed them back just like they kissed me, but there was no intensity behind my kisses. I was merely just moving my mouth and tongue.
My lips were starting to hurt and felt a little puffy, so by the time the last lad from the team in line stepped up to me, I was happy it was nearly over. I wasn't happy when I saw who the lad was though.
"No way," I hissed, "go to Destiny!"
Jason smirked at me and said, "I'm a brunette man, Bronagh, can't bend the rules."
I hissed at him. "That's bullshit, you hate me, and I hate you. This is not happenin'!"
He stepped towards me, and I growled.
"Problem with kissin' me, Bronagh?" Jason grinned.
"I have a list a fuckin' mile long!" I snapped making him snicker.
I grimaced.
I hated him so much, probably even more than I hated Dominic. I groaned then; Jason was back in school, and Dominic was here as well now. They both made my life hell and would totally be to blame if I ever killed myself.
Jason stepped forward to me again so I swung at him with my right fist making him laugh and jump back. I heard a deep chuckle from behind Jason then, a chuckle that made me want to shrivel up and die.
"I'm feeling a little jealous here, Bronagh, I thought I was the only guy that you physically assaulted around here."
I growled when Dominic stepped out from behind Jason and grinned down at me.
The lanky bastard!
"You must be Nico?" Jason said getting Dominic's attention.
Dominic looked to him and nodded, which made Jason smile as he said, "Some of the lads told me you filled in on tormentin' Bronagh while I was away. It's much appreciated, man. I didn't want her to get too bored without someone to annoy her."
I scoffed.
What a dick!
"When you're both done blowin' each other, you can kindly fuck off," I bit out making them both turn to me and grin.
I glared at them both.
"Rules say you have to kiss anyone from the ages of thirteen and eighteen if they are payin'," Jason smirked at me.
I wanted to kick him in the face.
"I know the fuckin' rules but why me? Why not Destiny? You both hate me, and I hate you!"
They both smiled, and I snarled.
I flicked my eyes behind the lads' forms and spotted a girl that for once made me happy at the sight of her.
"Micah," I shouted, "your boyfriend is tryin' to buy a kiss!"
Jason's face turned red when he looked over his shoulder and spotted Micah Daley, his equally evil girlfriend, storming towards us.
"You fuckin' cunt!" Jason hissed to me.
He turned to face Micah and held his hands up by his face. "I'm team captain; I have to kiss one of them, and I had to pick a brunette because they are my preference, but I was only goin' to plant one on her cheek. I swear."
Micah glared at him.
"Like I'd kiss any girl when I have you, babe. Especially Bronagh. Micah, she is disgustin'."
Thanks for the vote of confidence, prick.
I rolled my eyes.
"Give me the two Euro," Micah snapped and held out her hand.
Jason gave her his money then turned his body to look at her when she moved by him and headed towards me. Fuck!
"I wasn't goin' to let him kiss me cheek, I swear," I blurted out and resisted th
rowing my arms in front of my face.
You see, Micah was a kickboxer and could probably kill me with one punch or kick, and I really didn't want to die like that.
Micah rolled her eyes. "It's mandatory for the sports teams to help out at the kissin' booth since it makes the most money but Jason won't be kissin' you or Destiny. I will fill in for him."
I flicked my eyes to Jason and noticed his mouth dropped open; his friends and Dominic looked just as shocked as him. I looked back at Micah and shrugged, I preferred her kissing my cheek over Jason any day. I was game.
"Okay."
Micah rolled her eyes at my stiffness and leaned forward towards me. I turned my head to let her kiss my cheek but she caught my chin with her hand and forced me to look at her. She did something then that made the lads almost collapse and me almost have a heart attack.
She kissed me, on the lips, in front of everyone, and she stuck her tongue inside my mouth.
I guessed the rumours about her swinging both ways were true after all. I had the same problem with gay people, bi people, straight people, and pretty much any people in general who touched me. I didn't like being touched, talked to, or noticed in any way. Micah was fucking that up big time, because she was really going to town on kissing me and drawing lots of attention because of it.
I had my eyes wide open and my mouth agape when she pulled back from me. She snorted at my facial expression before turning and strutting off like she was on some sort of catwalk.
"I'm so happy that was you and not me; she all but wore the face off you," Destiny cackled.
"Fuck you!" I spat before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
"That was-"
"So fuckin'-"
"Sexy."
My eyes landed on Dominic when his voice said the word sexy; he was staring at me and licking his lips. I looked at the other males and noticed they were doing the same thing. It set off alarm bells in my head.
"One kiss per… person!" I stated out loud which made some of the lads mutter curses before moving away.
I couldn't exactly say one kiss per lad since Micah had just kissed me in front of everyone. That would make me sexist or homophobic or something like that.
Dominic stepped directly in front of me, but I ignored him while I continued to wipe at my mouth.
"I take it you didn't like a girl kissing you?"
I felt my eye twitch. "No, I'm straight and feel a little traumatised over what just happened, but I'll call Micah back for round two if it will get you to fuck off or step into Destiny's line instead."
Dominic laughed. "As erotic as you and Micah kissing was, I think I want a turn at your lips."
I blushed, I actually fucking blushed!
"You have to be jokin' me, right?"
He shook his head.
"But… but… you hate me!" I spluttered.
Dominic smirked. "Be that as it may, I'm a brunette man."
"You told me you were a redhead man this week, Dominic. You said next week is blonde week and this week was redhead week, remember you said that?" Destiny's voice said from my left.
I gave Dominic a disgusted look, the prick actually sorted out which girls he would shag by hair colour and separated them into weeks. The bloody slut - wait, if he said he was a redhead man this week that meant I was off the hook for a kiss since I was a brunette. I swear I saw fireworks light up around me because of that.
"Oh, really? You can't break the rules Dominic. They are there for a reason so go over to Destiny, redhead of the week, for your kiss, please."
He growled at my happiness and quickly leaned into me with his lips puckered. I, however, turned my head so fast that his lips pressed against my cheek.
"Ha!" I laughed and snatched his two Euro from his hand. "That was your one kiss from me, bitch!"
He looked so mad when he pulled back from me and then even angrier when I did a little victory dance whilst sat down on my stool.
He dug out another two Euro from his pocket, and spat some curses and insults at me. He stepped over to Destiny, tossed the two Euro into her basket, and then grabbed her face and crashed his mouth down on hers.
I felt so uncomfortable; they were seriously necking on and were short of pulling each other's clothes off ten seconds into the kissing. I couldn't do anything but sit next to them. So while they kissed, I made a huge show of looking at the posters around the hall. A couple of minutes passed and some third years came to the kissing booths. Even the ones who wanted to kiss Destiny had to kiss me because Dominic and she were still necking on.
By the time they stopped kissing, I had aged twenty years.
"Wow," Destiny's voice whispered in awe.
I couldn't help but snort as I applied some lip balm to my sore lips.
Dominic's gaze cut to me. "Jealous, phat ass?" he asked me with a growl.
I bristled a little at the insult before smiling. "Jealous? Of kissin' you? Not a chance in hell, Fuckface." I flicked my gaze to Destiny then and said, "He owes you at least a tenner for that kiss, two Euro won't cut it."
She snorted then looked back at Dominic who rolled his eyes. He dug out a note from his pocket and put it in her basket.
"T'was a pleasure, milady." Dominic bowed making Destiny giggle.
I rolled my eyes and gave him the finger before he turned and trotted off to some of the game stands.
"Holy shite, he kissed the fuck outta me. Me lips are actually kiss swollen!" Destiny squealed while touching her red and puffy lips.
I could relate since my lips felt so swollen you would have thought someone punched me.
I snickered at how stupid Destiny was over that specimen and said, "I personally think he is a dickhead and don't want to say anythin' nice about him but he is so into you, you should get stuck into him. No lad would kiss a girl like that if he didn't like her."
"You're right, you're so right!" Destiny beamed, then took out her phone and began tapping on the screen.
I inwardly smiled, I had a feeling Dominic kissed Destiny the way he did just to make me uncomfortable, because I was sat next to her and had made a fool out of him by tricking him into kissing my cheek. Destiny perusing him might annoy him though, and I was all for annoying him.
You could actually say that after Dominic called me fat arse in front of Destiny, annoying him was what I now lived for.
"Motherfucker!"
I bit down hard on my lip so I didn't laugh. If I laughed it would make me his number one target. So I did what everyone else in the class did when Dominic screamed and cursed like a girl. I jumped with fright and swung my head around to see what was wrong with him.
"What? What is it?" Miss McKesson asked; her voice sounding very high and panicked.
Dominic was on his feet, his hands on his arse cheeks with his forehead pressed against the wall at the back of the class. Everyone watched him as he removed his hands from his arse with a hard tug that caused him to hiss in pain. When he turned and dropped thumb tacks on his desk, we all winced.
I winced for show, but what I really wanted to do was cackle like an evil witch. You see, I was no good at getting revenge on someone because I usually just had to deal with Jason and all he did was annoy me with words. But Dominic, he got in my personal space and really tried to get under my skin. His fat arse comment in front of Destiny last week during the Raise To Praise event really annoyed me; I decided to get him back by putting thumb tacks on his chair so when he sat down the needle-like pins stuck into his arse and obviously hurt like hell.
Let his arse hurt over calling my arse fat!
Ha, ha, fucking, ha!
The fact that today was my eighteenth birthday made it all the merrier. I didn't care if that made me a sadist, this was the best birthday present ever!
"Who put them there?" Dominic growled, his eyes flickering around the room.
I, like everyone else, shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm sure they were left there by accident-"
"There are ten pin
s; this is no accident," Dominic cut the miss off with a growl.
Damien leaned back in his chair and looked at his brother's arse. "I think you're bleeding a little, bro."
"Fuck," Dominic grunted and put his hands on his arse again.
When he removed them, there was indeed blood on his hands. Not loads, but more than pin pricks should have caused.
I guessed they pricked the prick pretty good.
I hated that I snorted at my thoughts because it got everyone's attention, and I mean everyone.
"You!" Dominic growled in my direction.
I raised my eyebrows in shock and raised my hands up. "Me? I didn't do anythin', I was about to sneeze, that's all."
Dominic glared at me. "I don't believe you, you're the first person in here every day. You had the perfect opportunity to put them on my seat."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't appreciate these false accusations, Mr. Slater."
When the students chuckled, Dominic face reddened with anger.
"I know you did this."
I shook my head. "Well, you're wrong."
"Open your bag," he snapped.
I felt my stomach lurch.
"What? Why?" I asked, trying not to sound panicked even though I could actually feel myself starting to break out in a sweat.
He was so not looking inside my bag.
"Why are you so nervous, slut?" Dominic questioned.
Slut? I was the most frigid person in this entire school, including the juniors! I was definitely not a fucking slut.
I glared at him. "'Cause you're blamin' me on somethin' I didn't do, faggot!"
Collective gasps sounded around the room at our nasty name calling.
"That's it, the pair of you get your bags and get out into the hall. Now!" Miss McKesson snapped.
I dropped my jaw. "But miss, he is the one-"
"You both used foul, disgustin' language and disrupted my class, get out into the hall and stay there until class is over, and I am ready to speak to you both!"
I was shocked.
Miss McKesson had never raised her voice to me or kicked me out of class; I've never been kicked out of any class.
Ever.
"Okay," I mumbled as I stood up, grabbed my bag, and did the walk of shame out of the classroom along with Dominic.
