colors.

red.

"What the hell!", I yelled at the guy that was annoying the crap out of me.

He kept poking me in the back and every time I turned around to look at him, he turned the other way.

I have to admit though, he was attractive.
Brown locks framed his olived toned face, and light brown eyes locked into my own green ones.

I realized I must have been checking him out when he whispered," Pictures last longer", and winked.

I blushed bright red, turned around, and hid my face in my hands.

He poked me in the back again, so I turned around to yell at him again.

But he was so close our noses were touching.

And before I could protest, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.

I jumped back in panic and covered my mouth.

I looked around to see if anyone was looking but there was no one. Everyone was looking at Mr. Clark fall asleep while teaching.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, saving me from further harassment, the bell rang.