The Curious Theory of Kissing

1: Caught Red Handed

My heart was pounding and I couldn't think straight. I was never one to take risks because I have that kind of personality that would automatically reduce the success rate of a winning situation to a zero. But today is different. I decided to take a risk not because I feel like I could succeed this time but because I was afraid of losing her.

She pulls me inside the cubicle and then she shuts the door. I've never been in this kind of situation before but I believe the man usually takes the lead. I didn't want my masculinity to completely go down the drain so I pushed her towards the wall with a force I've never used on a girl before. She scoffed but she also bit her lips. It could be that we're in a small toilet cubicle that could barely fit two people but this is the first time my body heated up this fast.

I slowly removed her blazer but she was always the impatient kind. Her blazer dropped on the floor as she pushed me back and held her face close to mine. It was happening, I think my heart would break free from my rib cage. This is it. The moment I've been waiting for. Her lips were pressed on mine. I was feeling her soft, small lips. Finally I-

"Are you fucking serious?!" My tightly shut eyes opened at once. She was beyond furious. I know this because her nose is flared up and her eyes are shooting daggers.

"You close your eyes and mouth like you don't want to kiss me! What kind of sick joke is this?!"

"Praew, I'm just nervous. Don't take it the wrong way." She looks at me in disbelief. She picks up her clothes and harshly opens the door.

"You can't even kiss me! So what's the point of all this?!"

"Wait! Praew, I love you please-" The door shuts on my face before I could finish my apology.

"Well, you don't see that every day." I turned around in panic.

I'm sure we were alone. I carefully observed the times that this particular toilet was empty. This toilet is located beside the science classroom. A classroom that is specifically placed on a floor above the regular classes because we use the laboratories more. Our class is also dismissed thirty minutes after everyone else. So technically, this toilet should be empty during this time because the janitor cleans it 10 minutes before our class ends. But now I'm staring at this guy who didn't even bother holding his laughter.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Um... to take a leak." He looked at me like it was a dumb question.

"You can't go here. Your toilet is downstairs. This is for the science class."

"Well, I don't see 'for science class only' written anywhere. So this is basically free for all." I didn't want to argue about which class should use what toilet but I just wanted the ruggedly dressed man to leave me alone.

"Why are you even still in school? Didn't your class finish half an hour ago?"

"I was graciously called in the teacher's lounge for-"

"Because you're in trouble. You probably did something stupid." I whispered the last sentence.

I knew it. He couldn't even wear his uniform correctly plus his overly pierced ears gives it away. He's someone who likes to cause trouble.

His mood changed. He has his one eyebrow raised as he walked towards me. We were the same height but he definitely has a bigger built than me. I had to lean back.

"I see you like judging strangers. Well Mr. Virgin of the science class who doesn't know the simple act of kissing a girl, do you think you won't get in trouble for attempting something so obscene in a school toilet?" He gave me the up and down look. I started to feel uncomfortable as he closes the distance between us.

"Even though you terribly failed." He laughed at me again. In a condescending way. But I chose to push him away rather than punching his smug face.

"You don't have any proof!"

"You sure about that?" He waved his phone in my face.

"You asshole! Give me that!" I tried grabbing his phone. This is not happening. Not in my senior year.

"Excuse me? Aren't you kids supposed to be on your way home?"

"Sir!" I stood up straight and tried my best to stay calm. At the same time, I was also quietly praying that this man next to me isn't a douche and spill what just happened.

"Yes Sir, I was actually leaving. Excuse me." He casually says and politely made his way out. Is he running away with the evidence?!

"Hey-"

"By the way Mr. Kanawut, about your research proposal..." I don't really mind staying late in school while discussing academics, but this is just bad timing. I don't like where this is going.

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I was only planning to do a one-shot. But then the story started developing in my head. Expect 5-6 chapters ☺️

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