My fists clenched as I tore through the hallways. I searched every door number to find the one I wanted. it's a shake I didn't get to stay here long enough to get to know these hallways, but I suppose that would've made it even harder to leave when I did. My head filled with thoughts of the times I spent with my friends, laughing getting into all kinds of situations. Now though, the fun went away, I laughed but not with the people I feel I should. New people, wrong people, the kind that did drugs, got drunk often and didn't care when they skipped school and got into trouble for it. How I was mixed into this crowd i never knew, but I guess it would've been the same here. But with the people I knew best. I shook the thoughts and feelings of my old friends and the pains of moving away from them. Nothing was going to stop me from doing what I was here for, I was determined to finish what I started. I was ready to end it all. as I walked by people gave me looks, dirty looks, like I was a piece of trash that didn't make it into the garbage can. the feeling was mutual since I didn't know at least ninety percent of the people in this school. I was surprised I didn't see my other friends who graduated I high school as well, who go to this one. But it was just as well, I didn't need them for what I was set out to do.
I fumed as I finally reached the hallway that held the room I was looking for. Photography, figures. I waited by the door, 10 seconds till the bell I waited by a far locker and soon as the bell rang the class opened the door and dispersed through the door, the teacher following soon after them, I peeked in the classroom an sure enough there was my target. He stood there packing up his basic black backpack showing no emotion such as remorse or joy. I walked up to him, he unknowingly kept packing up and as he packed his last book and slung his bag into his shoulder, he looked up and saw me stare right into his eyes. I could tell he was confused, then the wheels in his head turned as his eyes widened. I grabbed his shirt collar, he flinched waiting for the blow, but when it didn't come he turned his head back towards me, I pressed my lips against his, and he gasped from sudden collision. To my surprise he kisses back, harder even sending me into a wave of pleasure as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He dropped his backpack, flung it to the ground, and brought his hands around my waist. i rubbed my tongue against his bottom lip and he opened almost immediately. We tongue wrestled for a bit and he gave a moan of pleasure, I kept command and held his shoulders so he wouldn't try to go further. A couple more seconds of the fierce make out and we pulled away. He smiled up at me, his smile broke when my fist connected with his lower lip. He fell to the floor with a thud, and stayed down in a daze, short enough for him to hear me say " you broke my heart. I had to do that. At least once"
he snapped, " the punch or the kiss?"
" Goodbye Ross" I ended with. "forever"
