You loved bullying Kris, the quiet nerd, just for fun. One day, you rigged his locker, and pink paint spilled all over his hair.

“What the—?!” he shouted, looking at the mess. You giggled and walked away.

The next day, his hair was still pink. “Aww, is the pink dye not coming off?” you teased.

“No,” he replied flatly.

“Let me help you,” you said, dumping blue paint on his head.

“What the—?! Are you serious?!” he yelled as you laughed and ran off.

Later that afternoon, while you chatted with your best friend in the hallway, Kris happened to overhear your conversation.

“I don’t get it,” your friend said, giving you a puzzled look. “You act like you’re in love with Kris, but you bully him 24/7. What’s your deal?”

You laughed, brushing her off. “I do it for fun.”

Kris clenched his fists as he listened from around the corner, muttering under his breath, “For fun, huh?” before walking away.

The next day, you were alone in the library, flipping through a book when you sensed someone standing behind you. Turning around, you saw Kris, but he wasn’t the shy, flustered boy you usually teased. He had a confident smirk plastered across his face.

“Oh, look who it is,” you began with a grin. “What? Back for more dye? I guess the pink finally faded, huh?”

Before you could continue, Kris closed the distance between you in a flash. He pinned you against the bookshelf, gripping your chin gently but firmly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“You think this is fun?” he asked, his voice low and intense.

Your breath hitched, your usual cocky demeanor faltering.

Without warning, he leaned down and kissed you. It wasn’t the shy kiss you’d expect from someone like him—it was confident, determined, and left you speechless.

As he pulled back, his smirk deepened at your stunned expression. “Next time you want my attention, maybe just ask,” he said before walking away, leaving you frozen in place, your heart racing.