Riley and the Boxers | ✔️

Twenty-One

T W E N T Y - O N E

Well there's one thing straight -- I was hiding here, in the nurse's store room whilst kissing a dude I wouldn't have ever imagined kissing. Furthermore, never would the thought of Chance stealing my first kiss have racked my brain... And the store room wasn't exactly my ideal place for it either.

But how could I complain anyway?

At that moment, however, every aspect of my thoughts were focused on the most pleasurable lips that were in contact with mine. And because I was so blinded with this extravagant feeling, I had claimed that day to be the best day of my life.

Unfortunately, I spoke a bit too soon...

I knew something was odd anyway, but the idea of it was squished away to the very back of my mind. I mean, come to have realised it, wasn't the kiss going far too long --- especially in a situation like this?

Oh no. Oh no, no, no. I can't be...

Dammit, it is!

It wasn't until sixty seconds or so before my stupid self had realised it and immediately pulled away (which -- I must say -- was the least of my intentions) to have him fall droopily onto my shoulders.

"Er, Chance?" I shook his shoulders, attempting to pull his body away from mine. I curse under my breath, closing my eyes in defeat. "You've got to be kidding me."

He couldn't have been unconscious that entire time.... right?

Then the palm of my hand met my forehead with a loud thud. Of course, this idiot must've taken the wrong pill!

How did I not realise this before? Why, in this world, would he even kiss me in the first place -- especially in a situation like this! Oh man, I should've immediately avoided the kiss. Now I just felt like I've accomplished enough stupidity to be written about on the "Guinness Book of Records".

Although I could go on and on about the humiliation I had just experienced, there was another problem to anticipate. Now that he's unconscious, how was I supposed to get him out of here?

And I thought I wouldn't have to experience carrying him on my back ever again.

All of a sudden, an idea popped into my mind. Or maybe I don't have to...

Swiftly, I dragged him onto one of the sick-beds and threw the covers over him, panting once it was done. I wouldn't be surprised if I've probably lost a good kilo or two from just lifting him up. Call me weak, but I'd rather call him abnormally heavy.

As if on cue, a blonde-haired, middle-aged lady in a white-uniform dress -- assumingly the nurse -- pushed open the door and jumped in fright as soon as she saw me, placing her hands on her chest. "Deary me, you startled me!" she managed to say between pants. "What are you doing here?"

"My friend over--" I gestured to the unconscious Chance, slumped on the bed. "--here has a... uh, really bad headache." I balantly lied, hoping she wouldn't see right through it.

She flitted her eye to Chance, casting a sympathetic look. "Oh dear, is he alright?" Stroding over to the side of the bed, she placed her hands onto his forehead. Seeing her growing worried reaction, I relaxed a little. "I'm afraid not. When did he fall asleep?"

I gulped. "I think just a minute ago right here..."

More like a minute ago on my lips...