After coming back from the coffee shop, you headed to your first lesson. Again it was a whole day sat opposite to Kris. As you walked along the path you played with the little bottle that hung from your neck. It was so delicate with a curly detail on the side of the bottle that spiralled down the note that was contained inside.

 “I wonder what the note says” you mumble to yourself and you smile at it and stopped playing with it, covering it with you shirt so it couldn’t be seen. You walked into the classroom to find Kris asleep in an awkward position on his hair. “He really is a stupid person” you chuckle and walk over to his side.  You smirked at ideas that popped into your head. You could draw on him or wake him up in an evil way. Deciding to draw on his face, you picked up a pen and put your bag down slowly on the floor. You took off the lid and placed the tip of the pen to his philtrum and began to draw a moustache. Holding in your laugh you then began to draw a goatee, you giggle quietly and then lean in closer and draw his eyebrows thicker than what they originally are. At that very moment, as you were finishing Kris’ eyes slowly began to open. You didn’t realise as you were finishing your evil deeds, you put the lid back on the pen and focused your eyes on his whole face to admire your master piece. You’re eyes widen as you look down to see Kris staring point blank at you. Damn he can be really creepy and scary sometimes. You remained still, staring at him as if he wouldn’t see you if you didn’t move.  

~~~Kris POV~~~

My eyes slowly opened and I felt a tickling sensation on my forehead. As my eyes adjusted to the light in the room I saw a figure stood over me, I was going to yell until I realised it was ___. My heart beat began to speed up. I had no idea what she was doing but I had a full view on her lips by my nose. She was doing something to my head. I decided to wait until she was done. Her face moved down and looked at me smiling until her eyes were level with mine, he eyes grew wide and she froze. I swear I could hear my heart ringing in my ears it was that loud. She was inches from my face. Thoughts were racing through my head; I didn’t know what to do. I had butterflies in my stomach and I was also frozen, my eyes glancing from her eyes to her lips.

~~~You~~~

After what seemed like an eternity you jumped backwards and scratched your neck, an embarrassed flush rising to your cheeks. You picked up your bag and walked to your side of the table and settled in your seat without a word. Kris was watching your every move so you opened your book and pretended to read it, covering your face with it. Kris cracked a smirk and also scratched the back of his neck and began to fiddle through the pieces of paper on his desk with shaky hands. He took out his round glasses from his jacket pocket and put them on. He wore these glasses mainly for fashion and because they made him look smart. He smiled brightly quickly but pulled a straight face when in the corner of his eye he saw you slowly lower the book. You noticed him looking like he was busy, writing on blank pieces of paper. The bell rang and students began to enter the class and take their seat. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA KRIS!” one student cracked up and pointed at Kris. The student walked over and touched Kris’ philtrum.

“What’s so funny?” Kris asked confused and batted the student’s hand away. The other students turned to look at the commotion and began to laugh at him hysterically. You lower your book a little more and giggle at the scene.

“When did you start growing a moustache, goatee and bushes for eyebrows?” the student managed to say over the laughter of the others in the room and through his own laughter. Kris then darted his head in your direction and you giggle more, slowly rising the book up to cover your face again.

“YAH!!~~~ ____~~~~” Kris whines and jumps up from his seat and turns to the class. “Yeah yeah its funny. You can shut up now” Kris grumbled. The students got intimidated by Kris easily and their laughter began to fade. “___ you’re helping me wash this off”

“What? No way. You have to wash it off in the guy’s bathroom~ I can’t go in there” you smirk and put the book down, meronging him.

“Oh yes you can” Kris said in his evil tone. ‘…. This can’t be good’ you said in your head and you were right. Kris grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the class and down the hall towards the bathrooms.

“Yah! Kris! You can’t do this! You’re not allowed! Girls can’t go in there! What if there are people in there! Kris!!!” you scream and try to sit down to stop him dragging you.

“Get up” Kris looked down at you as you managed to sit down and stop him dragging you.

“No!” you looked away from him.

“I said get up” he shook your arm “you don’t have a choice. This is the last time in going to ask you” he repeated.

“Uhhhhhh… no” you said stubbornly. Kris chuckled and shook his head. Next thing you know you were being picked up, high from the floor and moving. Kris was carrying you bridal style and kept walking towards the bathrooms. “KRIS! KRIS! PUT ME DOWN! YOU’RE NOT EVEN FUNNY! WASH YOURSELF!!!!” you scream once again and flail about.

“Keep still” he kicked opens the guy’s bathroom’s door. Nobody was inside. Kris walked inside and closed the door. Leaning his back against it so you couldn’t get out or anyone get in and put you down.

“Ewwww Kris it stinks in here” you whine as you look around the bathroom. It was dirty and smelt strongly of urine. “LET ME OUT!” you charge Kris at the door in hopes he would move but no luck.

“The sooner you clean this off my face, the sooner you’re out of here” he smirks and points to the sinks. “Either you clean my face or kiss me on the lips. Your choice” his smirk grew with that statement.