Within seconds, everyone had organised themselves into a circle on the
ground, sitting cross legged. I once again attempted to bolt, but Jeongyeon
got a firm grip of my shoulders and pushed me to the ground. I regretted
my decision to wear skinny jeans because I worked out how difficult it
was to cross your legs.

There was a huge closet for coats and hats by their staircase and I
assumed that was there the torture would take place. Why didn't her mum
come out and say a word? Maybe she really did have a few loose screws.
Why wouldn't a mum protest about something like this?

The bottle was spun, round and round, my heart lurching with each
revolution. Then it stopped.

But it didn't stop at me. My heart stopped pounding like a set of drums
for a minute as Jeongyeon and Yerin - one of the cheerleaders - got up and
well, entered the wardrobe-cupboard thing. The more I thought about
this, the more I wanted to throw up in my mouth.

I looked up at the clock watching the seconds and minutes tick by. Seven
minutes passed by and a bright red Yerin bursted out. Momo raised an
eyebrow and Jeongyeon shrugged, before returning to her position in the circle.

The group of cheerleaders whispered excitedly to the embarrassed-looking
Yerin, and despite having something against her, I felt somewhat sorry
for her. It didn't last long because the bottle stopped. At me. And Momo.

“Whoo!” some guys cheered, clapping and making stupid noises wildly.
Momo looked over at me weirdly and I shook my head frantically. I
won’t say that Momo was ‘forced’ into it; she didn’t do it out of free
will but she didn’t seem to resist. Two of the guys from the football
team hauled her upwards and shoved her into the cupboard.

Two girls from the cheerleading squad looked at me and my body went
completely stiff. I shook my head and made every possible sign to show
that I didn’t want to. “No, no, no,” I said frantically as they too
hauled me upwards and shoved me inside.

I pushed against the cupboard, but it didn’t budge; it looked like
they’d either locked it or were standing right outside keeping it shut.
“Hey! Hey! Open the door!” I exclaimed.

“You know, they’re not going to open the door, Momo sighed, leaning
against the side of the cupboard. “We might as well get this over and
done with.”

“What!?” I exclaimed, suddenly becoming a little paranoid. It was
worsened by the fact that there was absolutely nowhere to run.

“Do you always have to over exaggerate?” she snapped. “When I said ‘get
this over and done with,’ I meant, let’s deal with it for seven minutes.”

“Oh.”

“Let’s play twenty questions.”

I thought about it and considered all my alternatives; there weren’t
any. I nodded.

“I’ll start,” she sighed. She paused to ponder for a moment before
speaking up. “Have you had your first kiss?”

“What kind of a question is that!?” I hissed.

“Just answer the question.”

“No,” I admitted, my face slightly heating up and probably going red –
not that she could see, it was dark after all. I swear I heard her
snicker or chuckle or laugh, or something. “Um…is it my turn?”

“Yup. Fire away.”

“Have you had your first kiss?”

“This isn’t mimic-me,” she scowled, but answered anyway. “First kiss?
Let’s just say there’s been more than one,” she laughed. I screwed up my
face and my stomach churned. In movies, there were always groups of
teenagers running around kissing, hugging and uh, doing stuff, but I
never thought any of it was true. Obviously, I just wasn’t aware of that
kind of circle.

“Describe your ideal type of guy.”

“That’s not a question,” I snapped, wanting to avoid the entire idea
altogether.

“Fine. What is your ideal type of guy?”

I sighed. “Um…nice, funny, good looking? Smart? I don’t know. What is
your ideal type of guy?”

“He needs to be hot,” she replied quickly. “A nice personality wouldn’t
hurt either,” she added.

“You are so shallow,” I murmured.

“Why? You believe in true love? Hang on a sec.” she paused. “Do you
believe in true love?” she reworded the question.

“Uh…that depends I guess. If you find a person you really love then I
guess so, but I don’t think that many people really find ‘true love’.
And you?”

“Do I look like I believe in true love?”

“I wouldn’t know. I can’t see you. We’re in the dark. Remember?”

“No.” There was an awkward silence for a while until Momo cleared her
throat.

“So nerdy, what do you honestly think of me?” she asked. I hesitated.

The cupboard door was being unlocked. “Now, I have to fool them into
thinking we’ve done something weird,” she muttered. She suddenly leaned in
and kissed me on the cheek. “Remember to answer that question,” she
whispered in my ear.

The heat flushed to my cheeks and I was probably redder than a ripe
tomato. I dragged my feet across the carpet and sat down where everyone
started whispering and murmuring. Curses. Rumours spread like wild fire.

'So nerdy, what do you honestly think of me?' The question echoed in
my mind and at some point while I was zoning out and gazing into the
distance, Momo looked at me weirdly.

For the rest of the night – thankfully – I wasn’t chosen. Everyone else
went up at least twice, so I guess it was safe to say fate had somewhat
been on my side after the misfortune. How could I believe them so
easily? I had come here to make hopefully one hundred dollars, but
instead got dragged into this mess. My textbooks were trashed, I spent
the night feeling like an outcast and I got…kissed on the cheek. This
shouldn’t count as a first kiss right? Please, no.

Everyone said their goodbyes with girls hugging and kissing each other
on the cheek before leaving. How could they do that so casually? I too
was on my way out when Momo held me back. “Wait a minute,” she said. I
waited inside with the other three as Momo farewelled the rest of the
‘guests’.

“This wasn’t exactly what you expected right?” Momo asked, shutting
the door.

“You don’t say,” I replied sarcastically.

“I’ll pay you.”

“Well then, I’ll have to work out accurate charges. Four hours right?
That’ll be a total four hundred dollars. Change in program cost is fifty
dollars and also thanks to certain awful events that have left me
traumatised, I’ll take an extra two hundred. All up that comes to six
hundred and fifty dollars,” I replied.

“What do you think I am? A bank!?” she exclaimed.

“If you can’t pay, then don’t ask. Also, from now on, I would greatly
appreciate it if I was left alone,” I scowled, heading for the door.

I had my hand on the door knob when she said, “You’re just pissed because
technically I was your first kiss, aren’t you?”

My cheeks burnt up again at the memory of the kiss on the cheek
earlier. Screw you Momo. I opened the door and left.

I'M SORRY FOR ALL MINAYEON SHIPPERS OUT THERE LOL.

THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING OKAY?

OH AND THAT'S NOT EVEN A KISS! RIGHT?

ANYWAYS THANKS EVERYONE! ^~^