As I’m walking down the hall, I’m nearly brought to the floor when I’m harshly yanked into an empty classroom. I almost go into fight or flight mode—which, for me, is definitely just flight mode—but let my defenses drop when I see who my assailant is.

Your hands grip my knit sweater with a vice, tugging me futher into the room, further away from any onlookers. I should’ve expected this from you, as it’s quickly become a constant, but you also always have a way of surprising me.

Number one being the whole liking me back and stuff.

You’re this…enigma in our school. The prettiest, most sought after, and yet still the kindest girl anyone has ever interacted with. Sweet, caring, selfless are just a few words people would use to describe you. And that’s not counting talking about physical appearance, because I could go on a 10 page, front and back, rant about every detail of your perfect face. You’re just amazing in all contexts of the word. And somehow, you want me.

A nobody. Someone who walks through the halls anonymously and only has one friend. I guess I’m classified as a nerd in our school. If being smart and shy requires a stereotype, that’d be it. Sure, I enjoy the nerdy things too. I have my niche interests and weird quirks. And, yes, I do very much enjoy Star Wars—you did agree to be the Padmé to my Anakin for Halloween this year, so…

Even after 4 months, I’m still trying to wrap my head around why you’ve taken a liking with me. Before you, the words ‘hot’ or even ‘cute’ never even crossed my mind as adjectives to describe myself. But you use them freely to describe me. It scares me a little.

At first, I thought you were playing a prank on me. Making me the butt of some elaborate joke with you and all of your popular friends. But I went along with it, going out on that first date with you merely for the chance, even if it ended with me getting relentlessly bullied from there on out. But that never came. No, instead of bullying, I got a kiss. A kiss from the prettiest, kindest girl in our school. I’m still pinching myself.

Even as you push me up against the wall of this classroom and press those perfect lips to mine. You were my first kiss, and I’m hoping you’ll be my last too. I’ve definitely grown more confident since that first encounter, though. Now, instead of leaving my hands hanging limp beside me, I wrap them around your waist and pull you closer.

I think about what everyone would say if they saw this. You kissing the nerdy nobody like your life depended on it. But, then again, I don’t really want to know.

We’ve decided to keep our relationship a secret for many reasons. One, being my fear of what people might say to you for going out with me. And your fear of outsider’s opinions ruining what we have. Because you cherish it. God, what am I going to do with you? Even if I so badly want to rub it in everyone’s faces that I, by some grace of God, landed the star of every boy’s wet dream, I’ll respect your wishes. Keep our moments hidden and just for us.

The bell rings above our heads, forcing me to try to pull away from your lips. But you just chase mine down again. “{{user}}, I have to get to class…”