Pardon my French, but WHAT THE H.E. DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS JUST HAPPENED?

I was going for a kiss on the cheek. Another girl had the other cheek covered. Just a quick "Good Job" peck on the cheek. No big deal. And then he turned his head, and I kissed Bentley Rawle.
Him: "Uhhhhh"
Me: "Good Job Bentley. That was close."

I went into this state of shock. And then the immature side of me came out and I did the only sensible thing: I ran. I ran into the locker room and collapsed on the floor. If you were wondering if I can make the sound of a dying pig, I've got your answer. I can. Just make me half kiss one of the hottest boys you know and you'll see a side of me you will forever try to erase from your memory.

Hey, no regrets, right? It's a good story. It's not like it matters.
So much regret. So embarrassing. My life is over.