First KissNoah Lipinski lingers at his locker before the lunch bell, hoping to catch a glimpse of Doug Hathaway. The guy plays on the football team and Noah’s liked him since freshman year. He doesn’t know Doug really—he sees him in the hall between classes or jogging down the sidewalk because he delivers the morning paper, but that’s about it. They’re in the same grade but take different classes. They aren’t even friends.
But Noah likes his dark eyes, the color of his hair, the shape of his lips. If he were braver, or more popular perhaps, or maybe just more self-confident, he would cross the fifteen lockers that separate his from Doug’s and talk to the guy already, but he can’t. What would he say?
Down the hall, Noah hears Doug laugh, a sharp sound slicing easily through the noise of t
