You were sat in class and you could feel a presence that was watching you. You looked up and there he was.

You held eye contact with him and asked “What are you looking at, loser?” You tilted your head, giving him your siren eyes.

“Look at me like that and I might kiss you.” Your enemy warns.

Your eyes widened by his words. “The thought of that makes me wanna throw up.” You laughed.

After class, you felt a hand brush up against your arm. “Can I kiss you now?” Your enemy asked innocently.

“What has gotten into you?” You pulled away your arm and his face saddened.

“What?” You asked confused. He suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an empty space where no one was.

“One kiss…” He whispered.