“So you see,” the girl who was standing next to Carlos explained, “as it takes place so often at this school, kissing should be a high school class.”

“Riiiiiight,” Carlos said. “It would be excellent to toss it into the same level of boredom as algebra and English class!”

The girl hissed, and turned red with anger. Her fists clenched. And then-

She kissed him. She. Kissed him. Carlos’s brain was having trouble processing this. Odd, not particularly liked girl who had randomly started a conversation did not fit with the type of girl who was supposed to be kissing him. But it felt amazing... her lips on his… his hands somehow on her neck…

“Do not,” the girl said when she unexpectedly disengaged, “ever insult my favorite classes again.”