The first time I met him, I was playing my guitar.

He walked towards where I was sitting on my swing, with his violin held in his hand, and glared at my guitar. Then, a snarl emitted from his pretty boy lips, and he stated quite blatantly, “That’s my swing you’re sitting on.”

I was shocked to say the least, no scratch that I was furious! Here I was listening to my IPOD which was loaded with the songs that made up the memories between my best friends and I, and crying, because I wished to be back in Connecticut with them. And this boy! Even if he was as beautiful as the manga boys, with his gray ‘goo-goo’ eyes that seem to sparkle at each angle, I still hated him at that exact moment.

I was never the type of girl to hold her anger in calmly and I knew quite frankly that I will never be that kind of girl.

I turned my glare filled eyes to meet his full on, “Excuse me, but when I sat down I did not see a name written on it,” I snarled. I pointed my electric blue nails at the swing, “I like this swing.” I took out a permanent blue marker from my D&G purse, and wrote my name, Ace on the swing. “There, now it has my name on it, so it’s my swing now,” I said with a smirk on my face.

The guy turned towards me with his stony gaze, and without moving his eyes one inch from my face, he walked towards where I was standing, next to the swing, and took out something from his pocket. My breath held, was California boys insane? Is he that delusional that he’s going to pull a gun at me?

The thing that he pulled out turned out to have jagged edges, in the form of a key?! Then he walked over to my swing, and kneeled down on the sand, carving out his name on the swing, right next to my name, but much larger. He smirked at me and began to walk out of the park.

Maybe I was deranged at that time, because I grabbed a rock from the ground and aimed it at his humongous ego filled head. It hit him squarely at the back of his head, which I wasn’t surprised, because I took fifteen years of tennis classes, being known as a tennis prodigy. I swore that I saw his head twitch almost inhumanly, before he slowly turned his head towards me.

“Did you throw that?” he asked with ice dropping from each vowel, his voice trembling with unrestrained rage.

“Um, no?” I said afraid of my own life.

“I swear we are the only two in this park,” he snarled his voice clear and concise, like the edges of a knife.

“If you knew that, then why bother to ask?”

“Look girl, I’m just going to forget about what you just did, because I don’t think you understand the circumstances surrounding this. So when I count to 10 I want you to disappear from my sight,” he said with a smirk, as if he really expected me to obey him. What a simpleton.

“1...2…3…10,” he opened his eyes and I just stared at him as if he was semi-retarded, which he probably was.

“Why are you still here?”

“Because, I want to be,” I replied back with a smirk on my just lip glossed lips; I did it when the idiot was counting to 10.

“I don’t think you understand what you just did,” he replied back with a glare.

“Course I do, I threw a rock at your head, because the size of your ego just happens to bother me,” I stuck my tongue out at him.

He walked towards me with a smirk on his conniving lips, standing right above me, his forehead lowering until it met mine.

“What are you doing?” my blue contact colored eyes rose up to meet his gray ones.

“Trying to get your to shut up,” he said before his lips collided against mine.

His mouth maneuvered softly against mine and I closed my eyes as he bit my lower lips, making me gasp. He slid his tongue in swiftly as if it was cotton candy, my disobedient tongue decided to play flamingo with his.

I opened my eyes slowly and saw his gray eyes still smirking at me this time amusedly. I bit his tongue, hard, and pushed him away.

“And it was just going to get better too,” he said with a pained expression.

“Disgusting kiss stealer, go to hell,” I glared at him.

“Gladly,” his head bent down; this time his lips met my cheeks giving it one of those fleeting kisses.

“Until next time then, my darling rock thrower,” he said already walking away, his violin trailing after him.

“Damn you freakin’ kiss stealer,” I said. But when I said that, I did not know that he was the person that I stayed until 1 am playing Audition with, because he was the only one who could “chain” as well as me.

What is Audition you may ask? It is formally called Audition Online Dance Battle and it’s only the best casual role playing game out. Even when I was back in Connecticut I would run home to feed my addiction. Breeze and Cass would follow me home and drag me away from my laptop, so that they say and I quote, we could do something “progressive.” But other than that, seriously I started seeing arrows in my sleep. Just one thousand more experience points and I would go to bed. At least that’s what I would tell myself, but one thousand points would turn to three thousand points and the time would escalate from eleven p.m. to 1 a.m.

Breeze and Cass didn’t understand my fetish, but then I made them play and now their addicts too. o.O We created a clan called the –ABC- BEE, Ace, Breeze, and Cass, and B for Beauty which is yours truly, E for Emo for Cass, and the last E is for Elegance which is Breeze. –ABC-BEE is also our band name, our first CD was called –ABC-BEE “Living in Stereotypes.” I play the guitar and sing back up, while Breeze is the main singer with her piano, and Cass with her drums. Breeze came from old money, thus she plays the piano to fit her stereotype, and Cass comes from new money, thus the drums. Hmmm… and I come from no money.

To me it was all worth it. By the time I reached California I was a level 37 and the highest ranked girl in American Audition. That is a good great accomplishment. My parents on the other hand yell constantly “Do your homework, if only you put as much time into your homework as you did that damn game” when they were home. But then I would response “I have straight A’s what do you want from me?!” and they of course would not have a reply. No one was taking Audition away from me, no one.

I didn’t even know that boys name and he took away my first kiss, who the hell did he think he was? Honestly there could have been worse people to take away my first kiss, for example the hobo down the street now that would have been horrible. I mean he was cute… but not that cute. You’re probably surprised that that was my first kiss; well I have 2 brothers, named Cass and Breeze. I know, their girls, but they act like my brothers. Oh boo hoo, Breeze can go slutting around while, little Ace has to stay all virginal. Psssh… Cass was a manhater, so we just sit there and diss all of Breeze’s boyfriends. Fun.

At the time I was not thinking rationally and I was gonna get up and chase after him, demanding he give back my first kiss, but the jackass was gone. Gone just like that.

Every day I would visit the park and sit on the same bench waiting for that delinquent to come by. He didn’t come for a whole week. During these waiting hours I brought my laptop to the park and played Audition, you think I would go without my addiction?

Breeze and Cass was on, and called me “crazy.” Damn them. They also said that everyone at home missed me and that my “fans” have been crying themselves to sleep each night, with no one to mimic. –ABC was the most popular girls in Greenwich, CT, because of the wealth, not counting yours truly, the looks, and the smarts.

After the week was up I was going to give up on him all together, he obviously wasn’t coming back. I was wrong. Day seven there he was, sitting on my bench.

“Oh look who it is I thought you would never show up” a smirk stretched across his face and all I wanted to do was smack it right off.

“You are on my bench” I stated bluntly.

“So we are back to this? There is plenty of enough room on the bench for both of us.”

“No, I have something else to say to you…” I just couldn’t spit it out, how can I tell a boy that he took my first kiss? He will just think I am a loser, who could obviously never get a boyfriend.

“Yes?” He sat there waiting, and me being the completely rational girl I am pushed him off the bench. He rested on the ground, stunned. Slowly he rose, brushed off his faded jeans, leaned into my face and whispered into my ear, “My name is Liam”, while he casually slipped his name and number into my pocket.

Again I pushed him away, he just scoffed and walked away, not once did he look back.

God damn, god damn, god damn! I am mad, feel my womanly fury! I miss Breeze and Cass; they would’ve totally helped me pummel that guy to Hades. O-O

God damn my parents too for moving to Cali, when I was fine in Connecticut. My parents decided that it was time for retirement, and Cali with its all time sun was perfect, after all they hated the four seasons. They worked for Breeze’s parents for 17 years, that’s why Breeze and I knew each other since little twittle babies. We met Cass after she bit the head off a Barbie at one of those play dates, and Breeze and I took an instant liking to her. But, before I left for Cali, Breeze’s dad got me my favorite car, a yellow BMW convertible, because they all knew that when I left for Cali no one can drive me, and when I take a bus, it makes me want to go puke. Ergh! I miss my family in CT.

Stupid! Stupid, kiss stealer… The next time I see him, I swear I am going to spit at him. .

Author’s Note:

1st story, hope you like, and please review, because it makes me feel better. This is from Codi and Ping and we love you, and we love Audition more. Haha!