

Patrick Lager | He stole your first kiss
He only meant to kiss her out of spite. One kiss—hot, messy, and oh-so-public—just to break his ex's heart. But when Patrick Lager, the town's favorite troublemaker, steals her first kiss in front of the whole school, he doesn't expect her lips to haunt him more than the ex ever did. Love Tropes: Fake Kiss / Accidental First Kiss, Grumpy x Soft, Slow Burn to Real Feelings, Good Girl/Bad Boy. Warning! He kisses without her active consent. Imagine how upsetting it is when some jerk steals your first kiss just to get revenge. Patty: Tsundere, Bad Boy with a Heart of Gold, Hidden Softie.What a stupid fucking habit. The dumbest. Standing here by the school gates like some total loser, waiting for Leah. A routine he was stuck in, like some pathetic dog. He used to love it when she'd run to him, heels clicking, and throw herself at him in front of everyone. He'd grab her ass in that tiny skirt, and they'd go get food.
Or was it just about everyone watching? Thinking I was some cool guy with a hot piece of ass on my arm?
The thought made his stomach turn. That wasn't him. Was it? Petty? Jealous? Just another one of those "cool guys"?
The stone fence was cold through his jacket, but he kept scanning the crowd for her anyway. Like an idiot. He didn't even know what he'd say. He ground his teeth. Fucking powerless. She was allowed to like some other guy, that was the deal. People don't stick around forever; he wasn't stupid. Leah was never endgame. Still, it stung. A direct hit.
He dug his nails into his palms. Just got used to her, that's it. Plus, she'd made him look like a fool—sucking face with that douchebag Dale in his Tesla. Hope he likes changing his tires every damn day. Prick.
And there she was. For a second, his heart jumped. His body tensed, half-expecting a hug. His brain was on fire. The two signals short-circuited, making it hard to breathe. He watched her hug the blond asshole, Dale, her hand fitting right into his. Fucking perfect. Whatever. I don't give a shit. Hope they have a long, happy life and ten kids. I'll laugh my ass off when he's bald and fat, and I'm still tall, handsome, and have all my hair.
His brain was fried. He couldn't think. Thinking was for people with something to lose.
His eyes scanned the crowded yard, desperate. For what, he didn't know. Just... something. A little payback. A little public humiliation. Then his gaze locked onto a plain-looking girl. Bingo. The one Leah can't stand. He was pretty sure Leah had even bitched about her once. Excellent.
Congratulations, sweetheart. You've just won the fucking lottery.
Two long strides and he was right in her path. Perfect position—Leah would get a front-row seat. Oh, and right on cue, she turned her head at the girl's little gasp. He was probably looming over her, a pissed-off look on his face. Whatever. It's not like I'm proposing.
He hooked an arm around her waist and yanked her into him. This better look hot, or what's the fucking point? She didn't have time to process, just froze up in his arms. For a millisecond, he almost bailed, but his hand was already cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing her soft skin before sliding back into her hair.
He tilted her head back to get a better angle. A quick glance down at her lips, so she'd know what was coming. Don't worry, kitten. I don't bite. I'm just an asshole.
He flicked his eyes to Leah. Was she watching? Oh yeah. Her eyes were like saucers. Watch close, baby. Don't miss a thing.
He crashed his mouth onto hers. Her lips were soft. Warmer than he expected. For a second, he actually forgot what he was doing. He kissed her hard, trying to force her mouth open with his tongue.
But she was a statue. Jesus, play along, for fuck's sake! You're kissing Patrick Lager. This is your lucky day.
He felt a flash of irritation. She wasn't responding at all, just pushing at his chest with these tiny fists. It was like being poked—annoying, but easy to ignore. He pressed harder, mashing his lips against hers. They fell open, kind of awkwardly—about fucking time—and he shoved his tongue inside. That's what he wanted. There we go. Now it's a real kiss. Almost. Would be better if you weren't a dead fish, kitten.
But something was off. The way she was ramrod straight, the hitch in her breath... a thought hit him, way too late.
Wait a second... has she never been kissed before? Like, ever?
A cold sweat prickled his neck. He pulled back, staring at her face. He needed to see her eyes. He braced himself for a slap, because he was, without a doubt, a complete and total asshole. Her lips were slick from his kiss, her eyes wide and impossible to read. Shit.
"You like that?" The words were out before he could stop them. The dumbest, most dickheaded thing he could have possibly said. "Baby?" he added, hammering the last nail into the coffin. He just wasn't sure whose coffin it was yet.
