It was dark. Wet. Hot. She wasn't wearing much, but still the sweat was gathering on her neck behind her hair. Her hand on his shoulder was the only thing stabilizing her and so she held on to him, since the life of her mud-free jacket depended on it. There wasn't any love between them; not really. But there was passion. And heat. And so their mouths didn't separate for the longest of times and even though they stood on a muddy trail in a forest, her shirt quickly unbuttoned with the help of his fast hands. The kiss became more rough and now her hand was in his hair and his around her waist and hadn't they been interrupted they both knew how it would have ended.
They both let go of each other as if the other one was on fire and suddenly their closeness was replaced by the several feet between them. "Anna!" He yelled, but to what use? She'd seen it all, and they both knew it. "I'm sorry, Anna, please don't go!" She looked over at the other girl, that had started to run away but stopped at the yell of the boy. She quickly looked down, before Anna could see her tears. Shit. What had she done? What had she expected from this? Things like these always end badly!
"You bitch." It was obvious that the exclaim was meant for her. There was so much hate in the other girls voice and never had she felt so small. Every time she'd promised herself that she'd be better, and every time she'd fail. "This is all your fault!" Not true. She had much of the blame, true, but half of it was of the - probably now ex - boyfriend. But she had learned that most of the girls didn't see it that way and this certainly wasn't the time to start correcting her. "You ruined everything!"
Running footsteps fading away as Anna once again began to run. "Wait, Anna!" He yelled, again, and suddenly he was running too, not even bothering to look back at her, the girl he'd been kissing just a moment ago. Only one girl was on his mind. "Anna!"
There was a moment of quiet in the woods, as he and Anna made their way back to time. She just stood there, looking at the ground, noticing a bit of mud on her shoes. Footsteps again. She looked up just in time to see the face of the girl that suddenly and brutally pushed her back, so she landed on the wet ground. "Slut," She spat at he and then turned around, running back like the others, probably to catch up with her friend, who'd just got her heart broken.
Slowly, Callie got on her feet again, not even bothering trying to brush of dirt and twigs and started the long walk home.
“I should've kissed you longer.”