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The closet smelled like rotten beauty products, dirty laundry and failure: just like its owner, Heather herself. Courtney was beyond irritated at the situation she had found herself in as the door was shut on her, practically locking her in.
"You'd think prom queen would have a bigger closet," commented Leshawna. "'Specially 'cause she's loaded."
"I think her parents don't love her, that's why," she replied.
"True, true."
The two shared a laugh at that. Courtney tried to ignore how Leshawna's sounded warm, and she internally chastised herself at the thought it might've shown on her face. Sadie had grabbed a low power flashlight and pointed it to the ceiling for the game, preferring less light in the closet as compared to the LED one that was actually in there. Courtney hated it: having less light in the room meant it was likelier she would actually kiss Leshawna under it.
She'd regretted two things which had happened that day up to this point: Agreeing to accompany Duncan in playing Katie's kissing game and not having sat next to Leshawna for it, sitting across from her instead.
"You got a plan?" Asked Leshawna, sitting nearly hip to hip with her. "I think we're best getting the kiss out of the way early, so we don't gotta lie about it later. You might be a good liar but I really ain't."
Courtney nodded, not wanting to fully engage. She hadn't had butterflies this bad since sharing detention with Duncan.
"Cool," said Leshawna. "Now we--oh, hm..."
"I can start it," said Courtney. Leshawna looks cute when she’s awkward, she thought.
Leshawna closed her eyes and puckered up. It was as good a sign as any.
Courtney didn't close hers before kissing her. She wanted to suck on her bottom lip, hold her head, explore her body, but didn't dare. It was a pucker, which technically counted, but she wanted more.
The two sat in near silence for around a minute afterwards, back to back. She could feel Leshawna’s nervousness through what they were wearing.
"You don't kiss as good as Harold," said Leshawna all of a sudden.
That weirdo? The redhead who almost got her kicked out of model UN!? Courtney felt like she'd entered a parallel universe where Leshawna would ever dare compare her to that dweeb. Turning her head, she could swear she was smirking. Taunting her.
I'll show you a good kiss, she told herself before pouncing on her. Leshawna was pushed against the wall before Courtney finally got the bottom of her lip and held out her hand to keep her head up and her other went--
"Woah, slow down girl, slow down!"
Courtney froze. Her pointer and middle finger had grabbed the undersides of Leshawna's underwear, and her thumb was pressed against her love handles just above her hip bone. The others had also definitely heard that.
The two stared at each other for moments afterwards, breathing heavily in the seemingly hot room. "Let me try that..."
When Leshawna kissed back, Courtney felt she finally understood the game's name.