The Rules Of Kissing Girls

Chapter One: My Perfect Life Is A lie

Charlotte's POV

"Mm... ugh..." I moaned as Max kissed my lips down to my neck.

"Ow...Ma... Max, I have to get to class now," I said, pushing his hands away from my breast and pulling my bra in place.

"Just one more kiss, Charly", Max said, grinning as if he had just won a lottery.

The previous night, Max sneaked into my room around 11, almost midnight just to have sex with me. Sometimes I feel.....

" Charly.." He leaned back a little and whispered something into my ear. Honestly, I didn't even hear it. His lips were cold, and the kisses felt empty. But I kissed him back because apparently that's my job as Charlotte, Max's perfect girlfriend.

I've known Max since I was twelve. Everyone thinks we're perfect. Cheerleaders, nerds, teachers, and random people who should be minding their business.

"CHARLY!"

Maya yelled from across the hallway. She marched over, shoved a latte into my hand, and starPleaseme like I was the world's biggest failure.

"Didn't you hear me calling you?" she asked.

"Oops, guess I was a little distracted," I said, forcing a smile.

Maya rolled her eyes "Distracted licking each other's tongues? Girl, please."

I choked on air while she stomped off toward class not caring if I followed, so I jogged beside her like her sad little assistant.

The hallway was loud, people were laughing, talking, and staring, mostly at me. I did the usual: smile like my life isn't on fire.

My phone buzzed. Two messages from Max:

"Didn't finish that kiss"

"Miss you already, babe"

"Max again?" Maya asked without looking at me.

I locked my phone and shoved it into my pocket. " It's nothing."

Maya sucked her teeth. "You've been on that phone like it's giving you superpowers"

"I'm not that bad," I said.

"You are and you're getting worse."

Her voice was soft but scary, like she could see straight into my brain.

We stopped at her locker, and she slammed it shut as it had personally offended her last week.

"Charly , you act like Max owns you," she said. "I don't like who you become around him."

Ouch, that one hit right in the heart, like a slap to my face.

"I'm fine," I lied badly.

"No, you're pretending, you don't even look happy with him."

"Okay, fine, I'll text him later," I said, shoving the phone into my bag.

"Will you?" she asked, giving me a side eye

.

I looked away because yes, okay, I'm a liar.

We got to Chemistry class . And sat near the window. My brain wasn't in class. It was on my phone. Inside the stupid dating app, the girls dared me to download it for a few nights.

I was scrolling on the app that night and then I met her, Sophie_wtf.

Her profile picture was cute and weird; half of her face was hidden behind a plushie and she texted me