A friendly competition was all that you swore it was— a small test to see who’d get the higher score, how did you ever get roped into kissing him?

It was a simple cold winter day— a monday. The teacher had just finished passing out the tests. you look up from your paper to meet two dark eyes, a playful sliver of mischief shown in them as you stared at Angelo who was slowly getting up and approaching, he took a playful peek at your paper. “hm, 98% huh? well, seems like ive won again! though it looks like you seemed to have forgotten our promise if i won again— no worries, you just owe me two kisses now…preferably on the lips.” he smirks.