It took everything in me not to kiss him back. His lips moved against mine in a perfect rhythm.

　　I shivered as I felt his tongue tracing my bottom lip. My legs turned into jelly, I gripped his shirt for my support. Suddenly I felt his hands leaving mine and gripping my waist and simultaneously crushing my body to him.

　　I could feel the heat emanating from his body. His heart beating fast under my hands. I took my hand back and pushed him hard with all my strength.

　　"Soaf...please" He said, his blue eyes gazing mine.

　　"I-I have to go," I replied, shocked.

　　Somehow, I got out of his grip took the file which fell on the floor when he pinned my hands on the wall and ran out of the classroom.

　　"Soaf...Soaf" His voice faded as I ran out of the classroom.

　　With shallow breath, shivering hands and heart thudding hard against my rib cage. I made my way towards the benches placed at the corner of the hallway. I tried to calm myself. My hand caught the metal beneath me in a tight grip. The cold metal pressed against my skin made me shiver even more. I traced my bottom lip with my tongue, and I could taste the flavour of his lips. I still couldn't get over the fact that he kissed me.

　　What had just happened? What the hell is wrong with him? He kissed me. Raymond Reynolds-the most popular boy of the school just kissed me. He didn't even know my name two weeks ago.

　　I couldn't sleep the whole night. Thoughts in my mind didn't let me. The whole scenario kept replaying in my head. My mind kept calculating all the possibilities behind his actions.

　　Was it a bet?

　　Another one of his games?

　　Trying to make me fall for him?

　　But one possibility, no matter how much my brain told me it's a suspended reality, it made me feel different. One possibility made my heart flutter with excitement. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. I could feel something, a feeling which was alien to me.

　　Maybe, just maybe he likes me.

　　***

　　Every time something odd happened I ignored it. I ignored it because he asked me to have faith in him. I was so stupid to think that I will be that nerd who changes the bad boy. Typical cliché.

　　***

　　Either Raymond is a good thespian or I am very bad at decipherment of people's actions. Whatever we had felt real to me. There is still a hope inside me that all of it was real. The love we had was real.