Sense Part Two (installment #15)

Sense: Part II I write. Most often it goes unread, only a lucky few get to skim. This is a piece I've been working on for some time now--not sure if it will be a short story or much longer. It's a work in progress. Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome. Working title- Sense Installment # 15 (continued from Feb.21st)

Litsa and Pete sit in the middle of the circle, there is tension and not much physical attraction. He’s wearing those jeans that are tattered at the bottom by his Airmax sneakers. He’s tan and all I can think of is how he was supposed to be my first kiss, but I’m not angry. I’m not disappointed, I’m surprised it didn’t turn out the way I planned, and Margarita isn’t even here. I'm back in the room, with Litsa and Pete and they're face-to-face.
His hand, on her cheek, pulls her in, she puckers and closes her eyes and their lips merely touch. I plan on counting the seconds, but before I finish pronouncing one, they are done. It’s all over. There was no tongue involved, it was a peck and deep down I am thrilled, as is Litsa. The couple pulls out of the middle of the circle and the bottle travels to Harry’s hands. He spins a wimpy spin that goes around only three times and lands on Pete. I am talking to Erica about how much better my kiss was when I hear my name.
“What am I doing?” I ask.
Harry gets upset I didn’t hear him the first time. His hands hit his waist and rest there, an angry school teacher ready to reprimand, “You have to go into the bathroom with Peter for ten minutes. Ellena will be the witness.”
Everyone is asking questions.
“What will they have to do?”
“What is Ellena going to do?”
“Why can’t we all see?”
Ellena looks at Harry quite disapprovingly, “I don’t want to be locked up in a bathroom with them. I’ll wait outside.”