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Death Bells Ring

Better late than never’ isn’t always appropriate. Sometimes late is too late.

A first kiss with Ricky would be extremely awkward after being AWOL for so long. My romance with Prince Charming was doomed.

“Is it true that Ricky and you never kissed?” asked Kathy.

I clutched the phone tightly and whispered, “How do you know that?”

My response answered her question.

After a few minutes of listening to her go on and on about not believing anyone sixteen years old could go steady with a senior for months and never get around to kissing, I interrupted.

“How did you find out?”

“It’s all over school. Ricky says you won’t kiss him and he’s going to break up with you.”

Everyone in Kathy’s school knew about my lack of experience. What if the news spread to my school?

“There’s only one thing that will save you,” Kathy explained. “You’ve got to break up with him before he breaks up with you.”

Kathy had experience with going steady. I had none. We agreed I would call Ricky, break up, and call Kathy back with the details.

Ricky swore he changed his mind and no longer wanted to break up with me. His voice cracked as he pleaded for forgiveness. My heart began melting, but I knew his friends would get him to change his mind again next week. I forgave him and then broke up.

Our relationship was definitely over; besides, I needed to get kissed before I turned into an old maid.

I placed the receiver on the cradle after updating Kathy.

Kathy promised to spread the word throughout her school that I broke up with Ricky, not the other way around.

The enormity of my action hit me; I no longer had a boyfriend. No more poems, no more church songs, no more séances. My ears pricked at the sound of sobbing — not coming from me.

From under the kitchen table where she’d been hiding, Susan asked, “Why did you break up with Ricky? I really liked him.”

My colorful yarn collection got shoved into an empty slot in the plastic shoe organizer hanging on my closet door.

The sadness of our breakup was softened by daydreaming about my next boyfriend, who would romantically swoop me off my feet and kiss me. I never imagined the way my first teenage kiss would actually happen.

Lessons not yet learned: ‘A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush’ was never more accurate. And you can throw in ‘Be careful what you wish for’ too.

Now it’s your turn: Tell me about your first break up.

Related posts: Chapter Fourteen: Kiss Me, You Fool Jealous Heart; Boiling Over; Ugly Bug Ball; Unearthly Love Spirits

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