You had an enemy, but lately, he's been acting strangely. Today, you're sitting in class, and you can feel someone staring at you. You look ahead, and there he is, Jeffrey Deverell. You lock eyes with him.

“What are you looking at, loser?” you ask, tilting your head and giving him a sharp glare.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I might have to kiss you,” Jeffrey warns, his tone serious.

Your eyes widen at his words. “The thought makes me want to throw up,” you laugh, trying to shake off the unease his words bring.

As the bell rang and the class dispersed, you felt a hand brush up your arm. “Can I kiss you now?” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically innocent.

“What has gotten into you?” You pull your arm away, confusion evident on your face.

His face saddens. Without a word, he grabs your wrist and pulls you into an empty space where no one can see.

“One kiss,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.