Too Young to Kiss

The DJ booth separates the room, boys on one side and girls on the other like usual. Boys and girls should be separated; we do not have the mature personalities to converse with the opposite gender yet. The boys were to the left, some on their new camera phones, exploring the new world of photos through their mobile device; some bobbing their bodies to the beat of The Black Eyed Peas newest hit, “Roses.”  The girls are to the right, some whispering in one another’s ear with their hands over their mouths, telling secrets and starting drama with the group of girls next to them. The rest of the girls dancing, showing off their dance routine they are working on for their recital coming up in May. Meanwhile, I am thinking about all of the excuses I could use to leave this shindig. I knew I should not have came, why did I listen to my friends?

I tried avoiding my friends for most of the night, but sooner or later they found me.

“Kristen! Dan is looking all over for you, stop being a baby and go dance with your boyfriend!”

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I began to taste my pasta and meatballs Mom had made for dinner. I was going to be sick. As I snapped myself out of my prude funk, my “friends” dragged poor Dan over to me.

“Uhm DJ can you please put on a slow song?!”

Bitches. Could they be any more forceful? Dan approached me, our feet met, and eyes locked. My hands reached over his shoulders as his wrapped around my waste. I stare through the dark tunnel in his mouth caused from the huge gap between his two front teeth. We did not say a word to one another, but I knew he was not ready for this either. I know it sounds stupid, but no one talks to their boyfriend or girlfriend in the sixth grade, it is just cool to say you have one. But right now, it didn't feel so cool; it felt like a stomach virus.

The last verse to Christina Aguilera’s “Come on over,” song was on, and my palms began to sweat. I felt my friends staring at me, waiting for it to happen. Dan closed his eyes, and counted to three quietly to himself (little did he know I had extremely sensitive hearing). Before I knew it, his sweaty wet, emotionless lips were latched onto mine, it was a nightmare. Forgetting to close my eyes, I watched my entire sixth grade class point towards our direction.

Britney Spears began to echo the room and Dan jolted form me before I could blink. I turn to my friends, watching them giggle. “Okay, so now it’s your turn, I will go find your boyfriends.” I said to my friends, thinking that is exactly what they wanted since they made me do it first. Before they could answer, the lights turned on and the music ended, it was time to go home. I stepped into my Mom’s Toyota truck, feeling guilty and sick to my stomach. Looking over to her right, my mom asked me how my night was. Over supplying my lips with Chap Stick I responded, “I will never let my friends boss me around again.”