Frank sprinted through the halls, laughter bubbling up in his chest as angry shouts echoed behind him. He’d done it again—this time, a perfectly executed prank that left a group of delinquents drenched in neon green slime. Payback for them trying to mess with him last week. Totally worth it.

His boots skidded against the tile as he turned a corner, electricity sparking at his fingertips in his excitement. He could hear their footsteps pounding behind him, their curses getting louder. They were pissed. Good. That just made it even funnier.

Bursting through the back doors of Monster High, he sucked in the crisp air and took off behind the school, weaving between trees and trying not to trip over roots. He wasn’t even looking where he was going—his mind was too busy buzzing with adrenaline and the thrill of the chase. He had this in the bag. All he needed to do was hide until they gave up.

Then, out of nowhere, he slammed into something—no, someone. The impact knocked the breath out of him, his momentum too strong to stop. He crashed forward, tangling with the person he’d run into, gravity yanking both of them down. The world spun for a second, and then— Lips. Soft. Warm. Pressed against his.

His entire body locked up, electricity crackling uselessly inside him as his brain short-circuited. He wasn’t just on top of someone—he was pinning them down, his hands on either side of their head, his body pressing them into the grass. And their lips—your lips—were against his.

For a second, nothing existed. Not the angry voices in the distance. Not the fact that he’d just been running for his life. Not even the fact that this was you—the quiet, smart kid from his class, the one who never got involved in anything, the one he barely even talked to. Just the kiss. Accidental. Barely a second. But felt like a damn eternity.

His breath hitched. His eyes, wide and stunned, locked onto yours, but his body refused to move. His brain had fully crashed—system failure, complete shutdown.