B&A - What do you think of this writing?

Just looking for some reactions. This is a scene from an unfinished book, around Chapter 3. It was my first attempt at Young Adult so I'm just looking to see if people like it, if there's any helpful criticism or encouragement out there.

Thanks!

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Laughing, they entered the art room.

“Hello?” Jasmine said. “Anyone left in here?”

No answer. The room was dark and it smelled like dried paint and glue. It felt like last night at the concert all over again: the adrenalin, the laughter, and the hoarse voices. Nathan pulled her over to the teacher’s desk, far away from the windows and out of sight of anyone passing by.

“What is it?” Jasmine asked. She felt giddy skipping lunch, glad to exchange the awkwardness between her and Mary for whatever this was between her and Nathan.

“First,” he said, “I want to do this.”

Nathan leaned in and kissed her. She expected it, but it still caught her off guard, like waiting for the toaster to pop up with toast. She wondered if this was what it was what a first kiss was supposed to feel like. It wasn’t that exciting, at first, since she was mainly worried about messing it up. That is until she reminded herself that he could be kissing pretty much any girl, but had chosen her even though she was just a sophomore and he was a junior. The fluttering feelings that she expected to accompany a first kiss came over her like a wave.

Still, it was all new to her and she had no idea what she was doing, so when their teeth bonked together uncomfortably they both laughed a little, and she pulled away.

“Does this mean that we’re exclusive now?” she asked.

“I’d say so.” Nathan smiled.

Anxious to fill the silence, she cleared her throat and asked, “So what did you want to talk to me about?”

He grabbed two hip-height stools, metal with wooden tops, smeared with years-old dried paint and etched with initials. Jasmine hopped up onto one of the stools, and Nathan perched on the other.

“Last night, after the concert,” he began, “remember how I said my parents wouldn’t flip out about me being home so late?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, I sort of lied. I didn’t want you to feel bad for me or anything, or regret inviting me.” He frowned, looking sheepish.

Jasmine sighed in relief. She wasn’t enthralled about him lying, but the fact that he was so upset over something so little more than made up for it. All day she’d been afraid he was going to announce that his family was moving, or that he was having second thoughts about liking Jasmine, or something that meant they couldn’t be together.

“Is that all?” Jasmine said. “I’d never regret inviting you.”

“That’s not all,” Nathan said. “I just…When I came home after curfew, I was expecting my parents to flip out, but they didn’t, even though I knew they were awake. Their bedroom lights were on, so I thought they were waiting up for me. But they didn’t come down to yell at me, or tell me to come up there. It was like they were ignoring me.”

“That’s lucky. My parents would have totally lost it.”

Nathan scratched his short hair. “I mean I’m glad I didn’t get in trouble, but I was so confused as to what they were doing. So I went up to listen to them, to see why they waited up for me, but weren’t going to yell at me.”

“You went to listen at your PARENTS BEDROOM?” Was her new boyfriend a pervert or just an idiot?

Nathan caught on to what Jasmine was thinking. “No!” he emphasized. “No, no, NO! I could hear them TALKING when I was coming up the stairs. So I started listening. Then I heard them say your name.”

“My name?” Jasmine said. “Do they even know I exist?”

"Not from me. I don't talk to them about girls. But whoever told them also knew that I asked you to the Thanksgiving Dance."

"But I didn't tell anyone you asked me to go with you."

"Neither did I."

Jasmine, feeling suddenly paranoid, asked, "Then how did they find out?"