Something about the kiss...

tackle

There were so many questions running through my brain, what did he do to me? Will it happen again? Was it dangerous? The only thing I seemed to know was that I needed to find out about everything, but I would of course have to get him alone. This would be hard seeing as he always seemed to be buried deep in a sea of friends. But being me I was always up for a challenge. I don’t know why but I seemed unusually calm about the whole situation, usually by now I would have freaked out and told at least one person by now but it was almost like there was something stopping me… or maybe someone.

It was Friday at the end of school; I waited close by Nathan in a door way hardly blinking as I watched him pack his bag. As he started to move towards the door down to the stairs I followed him, there was no way I was letting him out of my sight, no way at all. He took a quick look around and saw me, after that he just started to act really weird. He walked in one direction then suspiciously took out his phone, played around with it, and then started walking the other way. I was not giving up that easily, I don’t care if I looked like a stalker, and I was getting answers, no matter what. He walked down a little alley way between the two main buildings the opposite direction to the car park. I wasn’t going to miss my chance of getting him alone; I dropped my bag and ran after him.

I grabbed him by the wrist and spun him around so he was flat against the wall. ‘OK, now were going to have a little chat’, I said strongly, by the tone of my voice I’m sure that he knew I wasn’t going to back down. I may have been short but I was freakishly strong, and athletic. ‘Wow, what the heck’, he squirmed. What happened next made that Friday the most interesting day ever…