This was it.

I was finally going to do it.

The moment I had waited for my entire life had arrived (Okay, maybe not my entire life, but you get the point.).

Tonight I was finally going to kiss Devon Stiener, and there was absolutely nothing standing in my way. I had been madly in love with my geeky lab partner for nearly the entire year, and I’d finally decided something needed to be done. Drastic action had to be taken.

I had carefully constructed this party so that he would be an eligible guest (even though everyone else knew he was off-limits), and had even invited a few of his friends so that he wouldn’t feel out of place. For the kiss to happen, he actually had to be at the party, after all, so I’d covered all my bases. He had his friends, I had mine, and I’d made sure to supply his favorite chips (black pepper and sea salt… don’t ask) and soda. For some reason, he didn’t like fizz, so I’d purchased an extra orange soda that I’d let sit out all night so that it would be all syrupy and decarbonated by the time he arrived.

And if you’re wondering how I know all of that, don’t ask. I have my stalkerish tendencies, but let me tell you, Devon Stiener is an open book. I didn’t even have to stoop to spying on him at lunch. He ate his chips and drank his soda during class every day, so all I had to do was casually glance over at the labels. That can hardly be considered stalking, right? I had to work a little harder to find how who his best friends were, but the science geeks kind of lump themselves together – it hadn’t been very difficult.