Friday
The school yard was empty when they arrived, all the students in class. Heath walked swiftly to the locker bays and shoved his bag inside, taking only the books that he needed out. He glanced at his watch. “I have to go,” he said to her. “I can’t afford to fall behind in this class. At recess…”
“I know,” she muttered, scuffing her shoe through the leaf debris blown up against the lockers. “Don’t be late.”
“Hmm,” he lifted her chin with his index finger. (Behave… Just f*****g behave for once…) “Kiss me, Aislen.”
“Why?” She demanded rebelliously. “There’s no one around to see.”
His face tightened and his eyes hardened. (Why could she not see what she was doing to them?) “Of course,” he sneered. “That would be how you would see it. Kiss me because I tell you to kiss me, then.”
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