I get bored easily. It's probably what I'd call a well-known fact. My brain and my eyes move from one thing to another in search of interest, and sometimes this causes me to drift out of my own head. Then my body gets jittery, probably with the absence of my brain, and starts to jiggle. Nothing big at first, just bounces of the knee or something like that. But it eventually grows until it's a whole body movement and there's no way to stop it. Except you.

When my boredom builds, generally around fifth period, which you thankfully sit next to me, I'm ready to jump up and dance or attack the teacher or maybe a fellow student or something, but there's you. You with your calm ways and gentle, relaxing smile.

I'm usually looking at you when this happens. For some reason, my buzz makes me study you so freaking intensely it actually scares me a little. Then your hand is slipping into mine and you caress my palm.

And just like some kind of magic trick or something, heat shoots through my fingers and up my arm and my eyes slide shut with a purr waiting in my throat to be released. Our eyes meet again and you give me a short wink before returning your attention to class, but I can't pay attention.

So my eyes travel down to your hand and I turn it over to study your long, graceful fingers and try to unravel the secrets of palm-reading. But I can't make out any of the lines in your hand to mean anything to me, so I take to simply tracing them with the nail on my pointer finger.

I always get the feeling you enjoy that.

A shiver shakes through your body and you ignore it, but I just stare in wonder and amazement at you as if this didn't happen every school day. So I do it again, only I don't get the same response the second time, I never do, and that isn't very good for my boredom issues. I'm only filled with a need to push things one step further to get the same reaction. Like a drug, I crave your responses. I need you to slow down my brain activity a little so I can focus.

Oddly, I never have trouble focusing on you. Once in a while your eyes drift over to me and squint in confusion at what exactly helps me about you giving me your hand, and I love that expression on your face. So I grin back and tighten my grip on your fingers.

At this time, your hand is never enough. I need something else to feed on, so I delicately trace your veins from the underside of your wrist on up your arm. By now, the boy that sits behind us is always staring fixedly at us as if I'm suddenly going to strip you naked in the middle of class. Not that I haven't considered…

I drag my nails back down your arm and I finally receive another one of those shivers. For some reason, I love to watch you squirm. I love those questioning looks you give me, wondering just how far I'm willing to push things.

But I guess I can promise to never push things so far that I get you in trouble. You're like a little brother or sister that I'd protect with my life. Only I can't treat you like that because I want you so desperately sometimes it scares me. And not a whole lot does that. And the fact that just last night you were shaking with ecstasy in my arms should curb my appetite a little, but it doesn't. It just makes me remember the look on your face. The way you had clutched at me and called my name in the smallest of voices.

Without realizing it, I bring your palm up to my lips and press them delicately into your lifeline. At least I think it's your lifeline. I don't have a chance to think about it, though, because you have yanked your hand back then.

"Sam!" You hiss, a blush gracing your cheeks.

"What?"

"Stop! Freddie is watching." We both glance back at the boy/nerd who sits behind us.

"So?"

"And we're in class!" You give me your most threatening glare.

And my hand shoots into the air. "Hey Tommy, Carly is running a fever, but she's too stubborn to miss school. Look at her, she's getting worse by the minute. Can I take her to the nurse's office?"

Mr. Jacobs glares at me. "What have I told you about calling me Tommy?"

"Uh…" I pretend to think about it for a minute. "You like it?"

"Its disrespectful. And that's the seventh time this week, so-"

"Let me guess," I interrupt, "detention."

"Yes."

"Fine. Can I take her now?"

He strides over to us and stares down at you. Your face is a burning red, and he frowns at that.

"Okay. Take Ms. Shay to the nurse's office and then come straight back!"

"Gotcha, Tommy."

I grab your hand and drag you out of the classroom. You look both annoyed and happy. And your happiness makes me happy, so of course I'm grinning like a fool.

"I'm not sick." You tell me as if I didn't know.

"No, you're not." I pull you into the girls' bathroom and press you into the wall. Despite the angry expression on your face, you kiss me back just as eagerly when I bring my lips to yours. My tongue slips into your mouth and just like that, my boredom and jitters and whatever else is all gone. After a couple of minutes, I pull back and smile at you.

"See? This was a good idea." I tell you.

"How do you figure?"

"If I had done that to you in class I'd be in a lot more trouble than detention."

You shake your head and roll your eyes. "Just kiss me."

"No problem."