My First Kiss

3rd

Kylie Knight

"Jake, you got the thin wire with you?" Nate asked his twin while he opened his bag to check the things they need for their new prank.

These twins are known for their pranks. From putting a doll that looks like Annabelle at the Boys' C.R and making it move to covering the school hallway with cheese. Lots and lots of 'em.

"Yep. Why the hell would I forget that?" Jacob showed a toothy grin. "Good luck, guys. Hope you won't get caught." I said, flatly. And for some reason, I feel weird?

"Gee, thanks." Nathan responded with the same tone I had, while resting his palm on my head "-I can feel the support." Jacob just laughed. We reached our lockers and while I close it back up, I heard a familiar voice calling out to us.

I looked to my right and saw Cheska and Sam together, walking towards us. Ches was waving her hands frantically while Sam just smiled gently at us, like he always do.

"When's your first class?" Sam asked no one in particular. I looked at the clock on my phone and answered "In eight minutes."

"We got Latin together so we gotta go. It's gonna start." The twins bid their farewell and ran at the direction Cheska and Sam just came from.

"Well, I'm late anyways." Ches put her hands in her pockets ,"In high school, you'll learn that if you're late, you might as well be hella late. Eat your breakfast or something" Sam chuckled, "That's not really how you do High school but, okay."

I tried to laugh but a not-so-lively giggle came out instead. I checked the time again "I'm going to go. You guys should, too. Your class is at the other building, right?" We said our goodbyes and went in different directions.

Fifteen minutes later, I found myself reciting the poem the teacher made us do last week. The kid next to me was next up and he stood up, took a deep breath and recited loud and clear "Roses are red, and I need to go to bed."

"Mr. Lewis, I told you to make a short poem. Not. A phrase. It was barely a sentence." The teacher reprimanded and the class went on like that until the bell rang.

Some poems were so sad it moved a few people to tears; some were random and most were funny. When it was time to go to my next class, I stayed in my seat for a few minutes before going to my next class.

I met Sam on the way and he asked me if I'm alright, and I meekly answered with a "Yeah" waving him off and proceeding to my Art Class.

".. Ms. Knight? I asked you to draw a self-portrait. But for some reason, that looks like a koala , in some unknown dimension." Ms. Harvey tried saying with her most gentle-teacher-y tone.

"No offense" she added quickly. "None Taken" I answered.

She pointed at the places that needed serious erasing and how to properly shape a face. In the end, it looked decent enough. If my first drawing was like a kindergarten kid's drawing, this one may look like a Middle Schooler's first try at abstract drawing.

And despite it's erasures and imperfection; I'm pretty damn proud of it.

After that I felt a little dizzy but it was pushed aside when the bell rang and everyone quickly got up. I thanked Ms. Harvey before going to the cafeteria.

Right after I entered the room, I debated on my mind on whether I should just sleep in the library. The clinic's good, too. But there's a big chance that there are other people sleeping there.

I mean, come on, the clinic's full of actors and actresses.

But my thought was cut-off when someone somewhere close to me screamed at the top of his lungs. "LIAM! STAY THE FUCK STILL."

Before completely looking at the scene happening, Jacob out of nowhere pulled me by the arm.

And as I turned around again, I saw a container filled with spaghetti being thrown at the spot I was awhile ago. Almost hitting me, only if Jacob wasn't there.

"Watch it!" Jacob said as Brad came running in front of us.

"Sorry, Knight." He quickly said, without giving a second glance "Jake" he followed up before completely losing from our sight.

Jacob and I both got startled as someone whispered behind us, "Hey, is he gone?" along with a bread being thrown above our head and on to the table next to us.

My sight started to waver.

"What the fuck, man" Liam wasn't even a bit apologetic about anything; instead he just waited for our answer.

"If you're- ... asking about Brad... he just went...that way." I gasped for air. My vision was blurring and I felt the tensing of Jacob's hand on my shoulder.

"Are you okay? You look pale ." The voice of Liam echoed through my head. My body suddenly feels heavy.

And the last thing I saw before my eyes closed, was a potato flying across the room.