8. First Kiss
Alicia Blade
284 words
"I bet you've never even been kissed, have you?"
Usagi puffed up her chest, her eyes quickly filling with furious tears. "So?" she all but screamed, fists planted on her hips. "Just because I've never been kissed has nothing to do with boys liking me or not!"
"Oh really?" Mamoru smirked, a peculiar glitz in his eye.
"Yes, really! As a matter of fact, I'm saving it for someone!" As soon as the words escaped her, Usagi clapped a hand over her mouth.
The irritating man laughed, leaning his elbows back against the counter and watching her with evident amusement. "Saving your first kiss, huh? And who will the lucky man be?"
Usagi drew her brow down and bit her tongue, determined not to answer him, but she soon realized that hiding the fact just made her look like she was making it all up—and then he would win. So, thrusting her shoulders back and tossing her hair with false confidence, she coolly answered, "Tuxedo Kamen."
And Mamoru's stunned look was all she waited to see, before spinning on her heels and stomping out of the arcade, continuing a quiet rant to herself as she made her way home.
Ten minutes later and still a half mile from her house, Usagi's angry tirade was interrupted by someone clearing their throat from behind a tree. Turning toward the intruder with part-surprise and part-annoyance, Usagi stopped in her tracks as her eyes fell on a black top hat and red-lined cape.
"Excuse me," Tuxedo Kamen said, slightly more flustered-looking than she'd ever seen him, though she was too flustered herself to notice, "but… I think there might be something you've been waiting to give me…"