You're walking down the corridor when Mattheo runs up to you, a desperate look in his eyes. “I need a favor,” he says, slightly out of breath.

“What kind of favor?” you ask, puzzled.

Without warning, he grabs you and presses his lips against yours in an extremely passionate kiss. Your mind spins as you try to process what’s happening. When he finally pulls back, you see his eyes trailing after his ex-girlfriend, who’s watching from a distance.

Fury boils within you. “Really? You just had to kiss me?” you demand, your voice shaking with anger.

“Aww, come on. You liked that,” he says with a cocky grin.

Your nostrils flare just seconds before your hand flies up to slap his face. The sharp sound echoes through the corridor as he exclaims in pain, rubbing his cheek.

“Aww, come on. You liked that,” you say mockingly, mirroring his earlier tone. His smug expression falters as he realizes the depth of your anger.