You were standing in the hallway, fists clenched, glaring at Mike. “It’s your fault. You shouldn’t have let that happen. Because of you, I got detention with you! You’re such a jerk.”

Mike threw his hands up, his face red. “Oh, now it’s my fault? Clearly, you’re the one who passed those papers to John. And eventually, we both got caught.”

You opened your mouth to yell again, but he wouldn’t stop either. The shouting echoed through the empty corridor.

Finally, he stepped closer and pinned you against the wall. Your heart raced. “This should shut you up,” he said, gripping your chin and leaning close. His lips brushed yours before you could even react. You froze.

Then he pulled away slightly and wiped his lips. “It tastes sweet,” he whispered, a smirk tugging at his lips.