"Who was your first kiss?" He asked, very serious and my face started reddening. "I. . . I haven't been kissed. Yet." I stuttered and looked away, not having the courage to meet his eyes and admit this. "Why not?" Why was he asking me this? "You obviously know why. I'm average, I'm just a normal girl-" I was interrupted by an impatient scoff. "That's not why." "Fine, you tell me why." I retorted but instantly regretted it. He was going to tell me I wasn't pretty enough or that I wasn't interesting enough or- "You were waiting."