I’d thought it was Jacob but…I suddenly couldn’t remember how he smelled. Or how the guy I just kissed smelled.

Wait, was that Axel? Because Axel knew I wanted my first kiss tonight. He’d actually been overly curious about who it was with. He’d asked me three times. He could have been waiting for me back here…

I sniffed the air, trying to see if I could smell Axel’s expensive cologne. Maybe that was his cologne? I wasn’t sure. I smelled the air again. It did smell like him. But he’d also lifted me over his shoulder earlier. I’d still have the lingering scent of his cologne on me from that. Did I smell any other cologne though? Maybe? Gah I can’t tell! When had my nose ever betrayed me so?

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit!

I’d just had my first kiss. It was better than I’d ever dreamed. But I didn’t know who I’d kissed.

How did I just have my first kiss and not even know who it was with? How? Seriously, how?!

Was it Jacob or was it Axel?

Good God, what if it wasn’t with either of them?

What if it was cheap shot O’Reilly? Or bodybuilder Pavel? Or someone else I didn’t even know?

I heard a hiss and jumped. I pressed my hand against my chest as I stared into the darkness.

Why on earth did I just have my first kiss in a room filled with evil snakes with someone whose face I hadn’t seen? What was wrong with me?

It had to be Jacob, right? He wasn’t wearing a shirt. But…the whole varsity football team had probably stripped down to their boxers while they awaited their turns in the ring. And the whole football team didn’t exactly narrow it down much.

What if it wasn’t Jacob? Or Axel? No matter what, my first kiss had just been stolen by a…a…a dirty kiss thief!

I grabbed the handle of the door, threw it open, and ran out into the hall to try to find the boy who had stolen my first kiss. I looked both ways but the only people in the hall were the ones in line for the bathroom. No one turned to look at me.

Who the hell had I just kissed?

Chapter 14 – The Whole Football Team

Friday

I ran out of the hallway and back toward the stands. Everyone was cheering over the next match. No one turned toward me. No one looked even remotely suspicious. But I knew that someone at this party had just stolen my first kiss.

Seriously, how had this happened? Everyone remembered their first kiss. It was a huge life event. Momentous.

And here I was kissing some rando in a snake-infested closet. Why me?!

Gah!