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This wasn't what I had planned...

I did not mean to do this.

What was I supposed to do now? I was ruined!

I can't believe I just did that.

This isn't how good girls are supposed to behave.

I was holding my drink in hand, eyeing the bar out of the corner of my eye.

One specific person caught my eye. She was a redhead, rolling her eyes at something one of her companions (friends?) had said. She had a cigarette in one hand, and one was in the pocket of her jeans. She was carrying herself with confidence I wished I could have.

I did not realise I was staring at her.

She did, however.

She stood up and approached me.

My brain malfunctioned.

"Looking at something, hottie?"

Ok no- my brain literally stopped working.

Soft skin.

Red lips.

They looked so kissable.

I said something in reply and she said something but I was zoned out the whole time (was I checking this random girl out?) but before I knew what was happening, her lips were on mine.

I felt like I was on fire, returning her passion with every cell of my body.

It felt so wrong.

...It felt so right.

I tried to tell myself it hadn't meant anything, I had just gotten brave with a drink in hand.

It really did not mean anything.

I was not- not gay or anything like that.

I put my head in my hands as the reality of what happened sunk in.

'I kissed a girl', I thought, mortified, 'and I liked it!'

This realisation brought about yet another realisation.

If I like girls, then I liked girls.

There was nothing I could do about that.

"Well," I said out loud, touching my lips where she kissed me, "Hope my boyfriend don't mind it".