TITLE: Knowing Biba
GENRE: YA Contemporary
(Jonno has removed feisty newbie Biba from a fight at school. Returning home, he finds her in his house, in his room, on his bed, reading his porn. She thinks she knows him from before starting school, but she can’t place him.)
She looked at me intently, like she was trying to work out what I was thinking. Perhaps I was interesting again. That little crease appeared between her eyebrows and it held my attention while I apparently held hers. I didn’t dare move, scared to distract her, loving the feeling of her watching me. I knew my breathing was going all over the shop, but even sorting that felt like too huge a movement.
Because then she was leaning towards me, actually moving onto all fours to reach me on the edge.
And then she kissed me.
And I fell off the bed.
Honestly. She had kissed me. Lightly, not a full-on snog, but definitely her lips on my lips, which I believe, if you look it up on Wiki or something, is the bona fide definition of a kiss. And there was only me and her in the house, so I hadn’t got it wrong. She. Kissed. Me.
From the floor, I looked up to see her, hand over her mouth, laughing. For a second, she looked positively girly rather than the usual steely, tough as nails.
“Wha... what was that for?” I was aware that my eyes were wide, my head was red. At best I must have looked like a rabbit in the head lights, at worst an assaulted nun.
“You have been kissed before haven’t you, Jonno?” I couldn’t work out if she was taking the mick, or serious. If she was serious, then she actually looked like she was worried she’d defiled me.
“Course! Loads,” I grunted as gruffly as I could, scrambling back up onto the bed. What is the complete opposite of smooth? Oh yeah, that would be me...