I went first, raising my hand and asking to use the restroom almost as soon as class began. As I passed Trevor’s desk I smiled at him, but he kind of frowned and looked upset. “What?” I whispered.

“What are you looking at?!” he replied. Harsh. Maybe I shouldn’t do this. I’m so confused!

A little while later, Trevor met me at the water fountain. I was pretending I was really thirsty whenever someone walked by. “What was that all about?” I challenged.

“I have to pretend NOT to like you, so the teachers don’t suspect,” he purred into my ear.

“Oh.” I giggled. This was so undercover spy! I checked the girls room. Empty. I led him into the farthest stall.

He put his hands on my waist and kissed me, pushing my back to the stall wall. We tried frenching. I giggled again. He stopped kissing me long enough to flash a smile and and then he inched his hands up a little towards my ribs. As this played out a couple more times, I started to push his hands back down, but they wouldn’t budge. He was holding fast.