Her day had been rough, rushing to school, hair wet and freezing and bagel in hand, fighting with her mother and stressing about the test she felt she hadn't studied for hard enough. Head down, rushing to get to her next class on time, she nearly collided with him as he rounded the corner. So gorgeous, so confident, backpack slung ever-so-coolly over one shoulder. The next moment she felt his lips on hers, a tender sweet kiss and then they parted, smiling and both continued on in their bustling effort to get to their next classroom.
*this is a fond memory from high school, and he was one of the boys I had a crush on, though at the time he had a girlfriend. It turned my mood around that day instantly, even though it was illicit. I don't like the idea of being the other woman, but in that moment that particular kiss that day was sweet. (It never happened again, if you're wondering.)
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ReplyDeleteOoO, clandestine hallway meeting between classes... except, no, he never kissed you again. I wonder what he was thinking as he reached for you with his lips...
And how come stuff like that never happened to me???
It never fails to bring a smile to my face, and a dreamy look in my eye when I think back on that moment. *sigh*
DeleteWow! Did it end up causing a storm of rumor?
ReplyDeleteI never really told too many (if any) people. Not even sure I told my best friend, nor my mother and I told both of them pretty much almost everything. I wonder if I felt it was just meant for me. I knew it wasn't starting something, just that it was. and that was enough for me.
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