Emotional wreck

How dare he.

How dare he! I shoved Henry away and

he nearly fell back into the cool water. He

looked stunned. I was too, but unlike

him, I was flaring with anger. He was

just a statue, his golden brown eyes

wide as almonds.

I began furiously, "I can't believe-"

Henry silenced me by putting his finger

against my lip. "If you want to blow up

at me, do it at home. Not here where

there are witnesses."

I breathed in and out heavily and tried

to calm myself down. It worked … a little

bit.

"I can't believe you had the nerve to kiss

me," I hissed. "This is our first

appearance publicly and you kiss me?!

You think you can just have everything-"

"Pancake, just shut up," Henry

murmured. "Why are you so mad

anyway? It was just a kiss. It's not like it

was your first."

He shrugged to show how unimportant

a kiss was. My cheeks burned and I bit

my lip, looking away. The truth was …

that kiss just then, had been my very

first kiss.

Unbelievable right? But sadly, it's true.

That was why I felt absolutely furious,

humiliated and upset. Henry had stolen

my first kiss and I didn't even like him,

for goodness sakes!

I hated him! He was a total jerk!

Henry's face fell when he realised that it

had indeed been my first kiss.

"Oh."

"That's right, oh!" I said dramatically,

rolling my eyes.

I tried to make my face not too angry-

looking or else everyone would think

we're fighting already. I left Henry there

and started wading through the water.

But surprisingly Henry was right behind

me.

Oh wait, it was no surprise.

We were supposed to act like a couple,

and Henry couldn't just be left alone in

the water without his girlfriend. When

we reached the softness of the sand,

Henry put an arm around my shoulder

which made me feel like swatting him.

"Hi," a high-pitched voice said from my

left. "You're Henry Parker, right?"

Both Henry and I looked up to see a

curly blond haired girl in a skimpy red

bikini. She looked about sixteen.

Henry nodded at the girl. "Yeah."

The Barbie doll ran up to Henry and

bounced on her heels, linking her arm

with his. "I'm Gabby! So like oh my god, I

can't believe I'm meeting you! What's it

like being a celebri-"

"I believe I haven't introduced

my girlfriend, Lainie," Henry interrupted,

smirking.

Even though I was mad with Henry, I

couldn't hold back my snicker. The

snotty Gabby girl glared at me.

"Are you joking? She looks more like

your cousin or something!" She then

laughed.

Henry rolled his eyes at her. "Yeah

anyway we have to go."

His grip on my shoulder tightened and

he pulled me along with him, making me

stumble. He ignored the shouting of

Gabby and when we finally ended up

where his Ferrari was parked, we dried

off with our towels from the trunk. I

ignored Henry the whole time.

Then, Henry cursed.

"Paparazzi, four o' clock, get in the car!"

I nodded quickly and slid into the car.

Henry locked all the doors. The paparazzi

were yelling questions like 'who's the

girl?' and knocking loudly on the

window, which made Henry extra angry.

But, wow, they were annoying!

I shoved my oversized black sunglasses

on so the flashes of the paparazzi's

cameras wouldn't make me blind. But it

was also to make sure the cameras or

Henry wouldn't see that single tear of

frustration had escaped.

* * *

When we finally arrived home, I jumped

out of the car and sprinted as fast as I

could inside Henry's mansion. I didn't

want to talk or face Henry. I was just not

in the mood. I knew Henry was waiting

for me to blow up at him but I just felt

dead now. My first kiss had been stolen

by a jerk! That was the only thought

repeatedly running through my head.

Once I reached my room, I locked the

door and made my way over to my desk.

I pressed play on the 'Stress' playlist on

my second-hand iPod Nano and blasted

up the volume. Taking out my sketch

book, I started continuing my latest

design: a cottage. As I got into it, time

flew by and before I knew it, I had

forgotten everything about Henry.

I was sketching the roof of the cottage,

someone knocked on my door very

loudly.

Guess who?

Henry.

"Lainie, open up!" Henry called.

I ignored him. After many useless

attempts to get me out of the room such

as, 'we have pizza!' he finally ended up

leaving.

I smiled to myself and kept occupying

myself. By the time I had finished the

exterior of my cottage with all the

measurements, I looked up at the clock

sitting on the nightstand.

12:16?! AM?!

Seriously? Wow. I groaned and rolled

over onto my back. Taking my iPod into

my hands, I stopped the music. The

house was so quiet and eerie, but

something had to ruin the silence.

Yes, my growling stomach.

I didn't want to leave my room anytime

soon, but gosh, was I hungry!

I walked slowly over to the door and

quietly opened it to reveal the dark

corridor outside. That meant Henry was

asleep. Smiling to myself, I headed

downstairs and into the kitchen and

found left over Hawaiian pizza still in its

box on the counter.

Yes!

I loved pizza. Getting excited, I took two

slices of pizza and put them onto a plate

and blindly felt my way over to the

microwave to heat it up. As I waited for

the pizza to heat up, that was when I

heard it. A deep breathing sound. Those

scary ones from the horror movies that

gives you goose bumps.

Oh god, oh god!

It was coming from behind me, about

eight feet away. It could be a thief or

worse a murderer! Especially since this

is Henry Parker's mansion. He was rich,

famous and anyone could have a reason

to kill him.

I grabbed a butcher's knife as quietly as

I could from the knife rack sitting next

to microwave and gripped it tightly. I

crept forward and saw a tall figure.

A man figure.

I gulped and irrationally decided to go in

for the attack. Not to stab him of course.

I could be taken to court for murder.

Just a kick down there will do. If he tries

to go ahead, I'll threaten him with the

knife. If he has a gun, I'm stuffed.

I ran up to him, hoping to take him by

surprise and kneed him as hard as I

could down there. The guy then fell to

the floor in front of my feet, groaning

loudly.

Well, that was easy.

"You idiot!"

That's when I froze. That voice sounded

so much like …

"It's me, Henry!"

Oh. Ok, what was going on?

"What do you think you're doing?!" I

hissed angrily. He wasn't funny if he was

trying to scare me. What if I had decided

to stab him too?! I ran over to the light

switch for the kitchen and flicked it on,

to find Henry in a fetal position on the

marble floor. He took a deep breath and

got himself up, groaning painfully.

"God, that hurt," Henry said, wincing

slightly.

I rolled my eyes. "Deal with it and I

repeat: what the hell were you doing?"

Henry sighed. "Well, I knew you would

come downstairs sometime for food, so

I waited. Took you long enough. But

really, I couldn't help but scare you a bit

with the breathing sound."

He chuckled after that, making my blood

boil a bit. "Why'd you wait for me?" I

asked.

Henry bit his lip and looked up at me.

"To …"

"To what? To gloat that you stole my

first kiss? To tease me that my first kiss

only happened now, when I'm nineteen?

To humiliate me?!"

Henry flinched. "Why are you so sensitive

about your first kiss?"

"Every girl is!" I nearly yelled.

Henry just stood there, his eyes intense,

while I gritted my teeth. He was about to

say something until I interrupted.

"Well, consider your mission

accomplished. I feel like crap. We'll forget

that the kiss never happened, ok?"

I walked away from a speechless Henry.

When I finally reached my room, I

slammed the door, just so he could hear.

I snuggled in my bed and hoped my

night's sleep would go forever. Then it

suddenly hit me.

I had left my pizza in the microwave.

Whoops.