“Shut up—shut up!”

I whisper yell, letting a small giggle slip past my lips as adrenaline coursed through my veins. The bathroom was cramped and small, but the bonus was that it was far away from the main campus; making it perfect to skip class in.

School was boring. It was irritating and exhausting to sit in a lame ass classroom all day. I knew that—so why was I always so excited to come to school? Well, there was one thing that made it excitedly fun, and that was our routine we followed every single day. It was simple, quite actually. Between every class we would sneak to the bathroom, smoke, and then make-out like horny teenagers who just went through puberty.

From strangers to kicking each other under the desk, to whispering small jokes, to trying not to smile when the teacher threatened to move are seats, to now….this.

I move onto my tiptoes to peak through the small window above our stall, creaking the tiny thing open before puffing out the smoke of the cigarette into the cold air. I quickly gesture to you, shoving the cigarette between your lips that I’m desperate to slam mine against. We had to be quiet, and even though I was the louder one of the two of us—I still put pressure on you to stay quiet. After all, we only started this dangerous routine all because you were way too irresistible and we both needed a way to pass the time.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

I say with a chuckle, even though all of this was my idea. Once I deemed that you had had enough smoke, I quickly you to the grimy, graffiti covered wall. I eagerly press my mouth against your own, the first kiss being soft, the next harder.

“Mhm…your lips are soft—especially for a guy—you know that?”