***I don't own 'Snapchat' XD***

Title: "Careless Kisses" (loosely based on "The Kissing Tutor" by Sally Henson ;) )

Ships: Jaya lol

Main characters:

Nya Smith - A 17-year-old girl who has never kissed anyone or been kissed by anyone. Zero lip action whatsoever...until one night.

Jay Walker - The 18-year-old class clown who is somehow just good at kissing. It's always come naturally for him. He has coveted lips.

Summary:

After a game of Seven Minutes In Heaven gone WRONG from the start, Nya Smith realizes that she is the most laughable kisser alive. What's even worse is that Harumi Jade, Nya's archenemy since all of forever, won't let her live it down at school. Nya has come to the point where she practices kissing the wall of her bedroom for lack of anything better. She knows she needs to become a good kisser to clear her name, but how will that ever happen?

Let's just say someone hears her lament and feels like doing a good deed.

Jay Walker to the makeout rescue.

Jay offers to help Nya learn how to kiss for some unknown reason. Without much choice rather than continued social death, Nya agrees. Yet as their kisses multiply and their connection deepens, maybe there's more underneath the surface than a little smooch practice, hmm?

Snippet:

***(Nya's POV)***

Is it bad that I'm seventeen, yet this is only the third party I've been to? Because that's just the truth.

I nervously fiddle with a snag on Harumi Jade's carpeted bedroom floor. I'm currently sitting cross-legged in a circle with such seasoned partygoers as Cole Brookstone, Griffin Turner, Skylor Chen, and the Jade demon herself.

I don't know how many of us actually want to be playing Seven Minutes In Heaven right now, but it'd be social suicide if any of us refused. What Harumi Jade wants, Harumi Jade gets.

"Has everyone here played before?" her chipper voice asks. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her gaze land on me.

Ah, yes. I'm sure she's already planning my demise.

"Nya, I don't recall you ever playing Seven Minutes of Heaven with us," she challenges.

"That's because I haven't," I snap.

It's not like Harumi's ever invited me over before. I've only ever attended parties at the Brookstone home when Cole invites me. And even then, I don't usually accept - as I said, this is only my third party.

"A first-timer?" Harumi grins. Her expression reminds me of a cat stalking its prey.

"It's my first time playing here," I correct her.

In truth, I've never played anywhere else either, but there's no way she could know that.

"Ooh, feisty, are we?" she giggles. "Okay, so let me just explain the rules." She points to a bottle in the center of our circle. "We're going to go around in a circle and take turns spinning the bottle. You and whoever the bottle lands on go into my walk-in closet. You stay in there for seven minutes - unattended, with the lights off - doing whatever you want."

Griffin catcalls. I throw up a little in my mouth.

"Once seven minutes are up, we'll come get you," Harumi goes on. "And the game continues just like that. Any questions?"

I try to look like I'm not about to be sick, simply shaking my head 'no'.

"No one can force you to do anything you don't want to," Cole says from across the circle, trying to comfort me. "We'll all be here to make sure nothing bad happens."

I give him a small smile, but his words really do nothing to calm me. If nothing bad could happen, why would everyone else need to wait around to make sure nothing non-consensual happened in Rumi's closet?!

But I steel myself. I'm going to kiss someone tonight. I just need to know what the experience is like, and I need to be able to say I've had my first kiss. At least then I won't look like such a loser.

Not that I usually care what other people think of me, but let's just say it's hard to get a date to senior prom if you're a straight girl well known for rejecting every guy who asks for your number, Snapchat, or Friday night plans. I can't help that my parents wouldn't let me date until my seventeenth birthday.

Plus, asking for a random girl's Snapchat is a little weird. In my opinion, it's just guys inviting you to send over nude photos. I have too much self-worth for that, thank you very much.

"Lloyd goes first!" Harumi squeals, pushing the bottle toward the blonde.

From what I've witnessed tonight, he's her favorite subject to embarrass.

"Okay," Lloyd says, his tone cautious. He gently grabs the bottom of the bottle, then flicks his wrist to give the container a quick spin.

It lands on Toxicita, a girl from my chemistry class who smells as strange as the chemicals we use there.

Lloyd's face pales, and Tox grimaces.

"Let's get this over with," she spits. "And I am not going to kiss you." She rises, walking over to Lloyd and snatching his hand. After pulling him up off the floor, she drags him toward the closet.

The whole scene is accented by Harumi's horrendous, high-pitched laughter. Griffin laughs along with her, and so do a few more students. No one wants to risk Rumi's wrath.

I can't laugh. Instead, I just swallow hard.

I have a feeling this will be a long night.