Someone's First Kiss

Dale was dressed in a black turtleneck top, blue jeans, and white air force snickers with white socks. Eric tossed him a knee-length white coat.

"You look so lovely that I want to buy you everything here." Eric said with an expression that showed that he was proud of himself for picking these clothes for Dale. Dale complimented himself when he looked in the mirror. "As much as I really love this, I'm sorry, I don't have any money."

"Huh, huh." "When did I ever say you were going to pay?" Eric stated as he pulled a black card from his wallet.

Dale was taken aback since he knew it from Silif's description.

"I'm sure you've guessed what it is: I'm fairly wealthy, and there are many others like me, so don't walk around with a poor man's mentality. Do you get what I mean? You'd be like an alien." He stated.

Dale nodded sternly, and Eric went to the counter to pay. They next went to Eric's Chevrolet Trailblazer 2030 model, which had a bold appearance and was large on the inside.

Dale enjoyed the ride but was more excited about the fact that he would be meeting the white haired girl in an environment that might give them the chance to talk and start afresh. But he couldn't get his mind off what he felt when she hit him. Dale could tell she was in pain for some reason and was troubled by the sensation. As Eric drove into the massive home where the party was being held, the atmosphere changed. Dale was dazed as he witnessed all types of cars drive in as they did. Dale and Eric got out of the car and walked into the massive compound with a large fountain in it's middle.

"So for starters, everyone in Whaton is rich. If you happen to be a student at Whaton City University, you are wealthy and well-respected even in the surrounding cities, but this also means that many of your peers are arrogant and problematic, a hassle that should be avoided. You understand, so the first rule is don't talk to anyone, especially girls..." When he turned around, he saw Dale laughing and responding to a group of three ladies dressed in highly revealing and tempting dresses. They appeared to be quite interested in Dale, Eric watched from a distance.

"Ouu, it's a pity you don't have a phone; I really want your number," the lady, who stood 5'4 tall, remarked. She was tall, tanned, and had a silly demeanor. Her medium-long, straight, medium blonde hair is currently dip-dyed practically the entire length with heliotrope colors. Her nicely groomed nails are a standout feature. Her face is round, she has a bulbous nose, she has small lips, and her expressive pale blue eyes are narrow.  She had strong arms, a bulky torso with defined muscles, a smaller-than-average waist, a petite rear, and weak legs. She had a chin piercing.

Dale grinned gently as he desperately searched for a way out of this predicament.

"Good day, ladies." " You appear to be fond of my friend. He's new in town and doesn't yet have a phone. However, I can offer you my phone number, so-"

"Aww, so sad; I suppose we'll still run into each other around Whaton." It's all right." She stated this as she stroked her hand tenderly over Dale's big chest to feel it. As they walked, the females softly chuckled.

"I'm feeling like a ghost," Eric muttered to himself.

"Thank you; I was looking for a method to get away from them." "Now that I look at you, you really are handsome, with those wild eyes and blue eyeballs," Eric said. Did you appear in a fairytale? Are you a prince looking for a wife or something? Why the heck do you have to be so attractive?  Dale," he added. They both walked into the mansion. It felt different than when they were in the compound. The vista from inside the mansion fascinated Dale. The tall and sophisticated pillars with the surrounding staircases, the enormous glass chandelier that perched high in the center, the buzzing of people in various expensive and luxurious attires, the aroma of their perfumes was overpowering, but the entire feeling was new and thrilling to him. As he followed Eric, he smiled into the air.This  was a calculated move on Eric's part: t hey sat in a lounge with a group of girls. He  attempted to impress the girls and participate in their conversation, but he was frequently ignored. Dale, on the other hand, sat and glanced about, as if looking for someone.

"I'm curious why girls don't like me. Does it have anything to do with the fact that I'm short?"

Eric's expressed concern jolted Dale back to reality. "I believe you come across as desperate at times. It can be a tremendous turnoff to girls at times, and it could be related to your background that they are aware of "Dale stated.

"How do you know that?" With a shocked expression, Eric inquired.

"It's only a guess," Dale replied.

"Well, that b**ch, if it wasn't for her, I would be one of the top kids in the school.

Dale gazed at him, intrigued by his story.

"Rayhelle, what she did to me in our first year was the least of her atrocities; I can't even begin to describe how heinous she has been. Then she went on a trip, and she changed when we started third year. She stopped bullying people and became a promiscuous recluse who enjoyed sleeping with men."

"Aren't you just making wild speculations about her?"

"Wild?! Then what do you suggest she does with the guys she leaves with, play hide and seek with them? "

Dale fixed his gaze on the bottle of wine on the table. He had an idea but decided it was too dangerous to share. 

A familiar person's reflection passed over the bottle of wine. He rose to his feet and peered around, spotting a fading image of her among the crowds. He dashed over, completely forgetting he was having a conversation with Eric.

Eric drank a glass of wine to numb his grief.

"Dale?" While he was engrossed in his pursuit, Amaya's voice resonated in his ears. He couldn't help but pause for a moment.

He then realized he had completely forgotten about his meeting with Amaya.

"I'm sorry, but something occurred, and I met Eric..."

"You met Eric? That explains everything, but are you comfortable being with Eric? "Doesn't his blabbermouth bother you?" She stated.

"He's kind, and I like him." "Can I come back to you, I'm looking for someone," he said. He stated it quickly and went without waiting for her response.

She was alone as she watched Dale's broad back fade into the crowd.

"Looking for someone? Isn't he supposed to be a stranger in this city? " "I must act quickly or else I'll lose Dale to some random girl," she muttered to herself, her gaze narrowed, and she followed his trails.

Dale ultimately finds the compound after searching in many locations. He searched around but couldn't find her. He was going to turn around and walk inside when he noticed her being led by a man who was holding her across the front of the fountain and towards the parking lot. Dale had the impression that she was being held against her will. Perhaps it was only what his mind wanted to think, and the sky was already getting darker. Dale dashed towards them as Amaya rushed out the building. She watched him run and followed in his footsteps. As soon as Dale arrived, he began looking for Rayhelle in between the automobiles that were crammed together.

"Dale!" As she approached the parking lot, Amaya yelled.

Rayhelle, who had her fangs buried in the neck of the male with her, was shocked to hear Amaya's voice. She had to hide the fact that she was a vampire at all costs. She snatched the guy's face. She had an indignant look on her face as she considered what she was about to do, but Dale was getting closer. Dale arrived at the center of the next car, where she was. His eyes widened as he noticed her hands wrapped around the guy's neck and her lips buried in his.

"Dale!" Amaya called out again, louder this time, and she approached where he was standing.

He took a step forward to meet her before she could get to where he was.

"I believe I stated that I will return. You didn't have to pursue me. What happens if you misstep and fall?" Dale stated.

'I just can't let this go, even with how much he cares,' she resolved in her mind.

"Dale, I have something to say; I understand it may be too soon, and I don't know how you've lived up to this point, so I'm not sure how you'd take it."

"You can speak, Amy, and I know I will understand you well."

'I recognize that voice,' Rayhelle thought as she removed her mouth from the guy's and thoroughly cleansed her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Would you then permit me to express myself in ways other than words?" In a quiet voice, she inquired.

"Sure," Dale replied.

She stood on her toes to increase her height as she slid her tongues into his lips and softly embraced his lips with hers (despite the fact that she was dressed in white snickers, baggy jean, and a black coloured crop top that somehow revealed the beautiful art of her tiny waist and fairly wide hips, which Dale did not notice until). Dale's hand moved on its own, running into her open flesh as she curled her hands around his neck and became intense.