The bell rang and the class was dismissed. I packed up my things and went out into the flow of students. I hadn’t gone more than two feet when he came up behind me, slipping his arm around my waist.

Together we walked to the far end of our school, near the upper level of the band room. This hallway was rarley used and provided the privacy we craved. Both of us dropped our backpacks as he pushed me up against the brick wall behind me. I put my hands on his chest, keeping him just a milimeter from my body. He already had his hands on my back and I could feel my control slipping and me giving in to what I wanted so badly.

The final bell rang and I used all my strength to push him away. We were late to our shared third hour everyday, but our teacher was long past caring because we had the highest two grades in the whole class.

We picked up our stuff from the floor, and I fixed my hair in a nearby window. We walked hand in hand down the hall, not a care in the world, for we were in love.