My eyes were glued to the glowing screen of my phone as it ringed continuously on Brianna's number. It was almost dark and there was no news of Brianna or Summer and if they're back yet.

I anxiously bit my nails as my eyes darted towards the window of the small room as it rattled furiously due to the strong winds blowing outside - afraid it'll crack any minute now. The room was in eerie silence with just the sound of me breathing filling the air.

A chill ran down my spine as I pulled the soft duvet over my chest, clenching it closer to my face - in an attempt to calm down.

The fact that I was afraid would be an understatement.

This kind of weather always scared the shit out of me and being alone in a room with an injured leg was a cherry on top.

Suddenly the door of the room creaked open - making me jump in surprise as I turned to see Mr. Harrison standing on the doorframe with a small smile.

"How do you feel boy?" He asked walking in towards the bed I was resting on.

I gave him a lipped smile and nodded, "Better."

Not.

"Good, your dad called to inform you he'll be picking you up tomorrow, because of that," He said, pointing to my leg and I sighed.

I knew I couldn't go on the bus with the whole class, it's sad as now I'll miss a chance to defeat Ethan in scrabbles all because of this stupid leg. Darn it.

"And, you'll have to share the room with others for the night - the cabin is not that big to accommodate all the students." He smiled and walked out before I could reply to him.

Now I'll be surrounded by a group of sweaty, horny teenagers who'll do dumb stuff and laugh over anything or everything.

Yay.

I took in a deep breath and glanced at my phone once again in the hope to see any update from Summer or Bri.

Getting bored I swiped through Instagram. After skipping endless useless videos and pictures uploaded of this trip, my eyes stumbled upon something... Or someone.

I never knew Ethan was on my following list too. It was a carousel post uploaded today, having multiple photos of him with his friends. I kept swiping right until the last photo surfaced of him, Alone. In the snap, he was smiling widely, his head tilted while his eyes were staring directly into the camera.

His hair was damp and messy while little beads of droplets covered his light caramel skin, maybe he just took a bath or perhaps a run? His white button-up shirt was unbuttoned on the top and was slightly moist too - sticking to the well-defined structure of his chest.

Mindlessly, I peered at the picture of the gray-eyed boy. My eyes not having enough of it while my fingers stuck to even swipe ahead of the picture.

"Hey, you."

The familiar deep voice made me jump, making the phone from my hands drop on the bed space beside me. A loud gasp left my lips as I turned my head and stared at him wide-eyed.

"Ethan, ever heard of knocking?" My voice came out dry and raspy as my chest rose and fell rapidly. He shot his eyebrows up, his lips curling into a smile as he eyed my expressions.

"Were you watching porn?" he snickered, walking over to the table and kept my food on it. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone, closing Instagram and tossing it away.

He was wearing the same white shirt but it looked more wrinkled and messier than the picture. His hair was slicked and tied back - making his eyes clear of any obstacle. His skin shone brighter under the artificial white light as his gray eyes seemed to grow darker in comparison.

"Stop staring at me, nerd," he smirked making me realize my eyes were fixated on him for way too long, but can he blame me for it?

"I'm not a nerd - I'm just smarter than you," I replied, choosing to ignore the other part of his statement.

"Yet, you lost at the game of scrabbles," he said as a matter of factly.

I took in a sharp breath and bit the inside of my cheek as I struggled to find the comeback. He noticed my lack of words as his lips started curling into an annoying smirk. My eyes followed him as he walked back over to the side of my bed and sat on the small chair next to me.

"How are you feeling?" he inquired in a low voice as he eyed my bandaged leg.

"Okayish, I think I can slowly walk now,"

"I'm sorry."

I peered at him with my lips parted, I could sense a bit of sincerity in his words as I smiled warmly. He looked up from my leg, looking directly at me - making our gaze met.

His gray orbs bored into the green of mine as I felt my breath getting quicker every passing second. I could feel myself getting lost in his eyes as my body involuntarily drifted closer.

The distance between us started to close as our hearts started thumping almost rhythmically. He slowly leaned in, swallowing as his eyes landed on my lips and I mirrored his response.

"I could kiss you right now," he barely whispered, his breath tingling on my lips.

Our noses almost touch each other as I nodded, feeling my brain slowly shut down.

I pressed my lips onto his.

The kiss was gentle and shy until his tongue slipped inside my mouth, demandingly. My finger grip his hair and pulled his as close as I could. his hands wandered around my torso and back as I could feel everything inside me explode. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as our lips never parted.

I could inhale his shaving cream, the scent of his shampoo, the scent of him. He tasted like strawberries, like champagne, like it was everything I've craved. His hands were everywhere, my hands were everywhere.

Until It was cut short.

A couple of boys and girls stood at the open doorframe as overlapped hootings and waves of laughter filled the room.

My eyes shot open as I pulled away, pushing him back abruptly. His face held almost the same expression as mine as our gaze shifted to the group of people holding the phone in their hands.

My ears were hot and burning, just like my cheeks as I breathed in and out aggressively. My vision was kind of blurry as I blinked to take a proper view of the people standing in the doorway but before I could - they laughed and walked away muttering jokes about me.

"I'll tag you in this," one of the girls laughed shaking the phone in front of her face before leaving with the group - the phone having our video of kissing.

"You felt that, didn't you?" Ethan whispered, his eyes searching mine as he peered at me.

My brain connected to my mouth as I finally spoke, "I don't know. I never wanted to kiss you, this... This was never supposed to happen I-"

"Just answer me, I know you did."

"No... I-I didn't." I yelled tugging at my hair, my brain too occupied to speak or function properly.

I watched him as a weird expression bloomed over his face. He gulped, his lips parted to say something but he decided against it.

"Just give me some space... please," I said, my voice breaking as I looked everywhere in the room except at him.

"I will," he nodded with a lipped smile before he grabbed his coat and rushed out of the room.

I pressed my hand on my chest as I felt my heart thumping against it, I took in a few deep breaths in a way to calm it down.

What just happened?

What did I do? Did I just kiss him?

And why did I liked the feeling of it?

I could feel small tears welling in the hood of my eyes as my mind was occupied with questions I never thought I'll think about.

They took a video of it...

Me kissing Ethan...

Immediately I picked up my phone to see a couple of tags and around 10 messages. With my fingers trembling, I swiped through one of the tags to open an Instagram story of me.

The video played on loop as I felt my stomach flip with butterflies every time I looked at it. My tongue wandered over my lips which were dry and still tasted like him.

I millions of questions ran in my brain but a particular one surfaced at the top.

Do I like boys?

Or girls?

Or both?

That particular made me rethink my whole love life, which was non-existent since I've never been in a relationship. I pondered over if I felt the way I'm feeling now before too?

This was a first. The first time I felt this way in my stomach, the first time I was at a loss for words, and the First time I kissed someone.

I glanced over the video again and a thought flooded my mind.

I groaned as I picked up my body, tilting myself as I landed my good feet on the ground followed by my injured one. A sharp pain ran through my body as I put my weight on them, grabbing the bedpost as a support, I barely stood up.

"Frack you," I hissed at my leg as I tried to walk a step, clenching my eyes and trying to bear some pain. I swing open the door of my room to hear overlapped voices of people, they all were scattered in the hall right next to my room - talking, laughing, and doing whatnot.

My eyes scanned as I looked for his brunette long hair in the crowd, only to see him standing right next to the door of my room. His head was low as his eyes were glued on his phone with the video of us playing on it.

I let out a shaky breath as I called his name, "Ethan?"

Hearing my voice which was so low compared to the noises, he hastily looked up - his eyes glowing up as they notice took me. It took him a minute to remember I was before he took a step towards me, holding my hand and giving me support to stand.

"What are you doing, you should rest-"

"I like you, Ethan. Even more than that but I don't know yet," I blurted, cutting him off as the burning sensations returned to my cheeks. A small gasp left his lips as they slowly tucked upwards into a smile.

His eyes wandered all over my face probably thinking if he heard it right, "The video"

"I don't care about it, about anyone. I just I care about you, everything about you." I bit my lips as my eyes landed on his lips. A sudden desire to feel them against mine engulfed me.

"I knew it... I knew it the moment I set my eyes upon you in the English class." he chuckled, happiness flashing in his gray orbs while his smile grew larger and larger.

"I love you, nerd. I always had," he said, as my stomach churned with a very foreign feeling, before I could fully understand his words - he reduced the distance between us and landed his lips on mine.

Engulfing me again with feelings I never knew I could feel.

In the background, I could hear the cheerings, clappings, and hootings of the people, but I didn't care. I didn't care if they accepted me or not if they'll make rumors or jokes.

I wanted to feel him.

I wanted to be with him.

We both pulled away as he pressed his forehead against mine, a huge smile spreading across our faces as we slightly laughed. Him never letting go of my body since it was the support due to which I was standing.

I never knew what my heart yearned until I met him.

Soooo, Chrisy finally had his first kisss!!!

And answered all those questions in his head and concluded.

Guess they had their happy ending, what about the others?

Stay tuned for the next update :)