KISS ME

The bell rang sharply across the crowded halls of Westbrook High, a shrill reminder that the day had officially begun. Students flooded through the corridors, their laughter, chatter, and occasional shouts blending into a chaotic symphony. Amid the sea of uniformed teens, Emma Hartman navigated the crowd with practiced ease, her headphones tucked around her neck, the cord dangling like a lifeline. She preferred mornings like this—where anonymity was possible, where the noise shielded her thoughts from wandering into dangerous places.

Emma was a girl who didn’t fit neatly into any category. Not the popular crowd, not the misfits, and certainly not the teachers’ pet. Her style was an intentional mix of vintage and edgy, a reflection of the contradictions she carried inside. Today, she wore her favorite black leather jacket over a soft lavender dress, paired with scuffed sneakers that had seen better days. She liked the way people glanced but didn’t recognize her immediately.

As she approached her locker, Emma felt the familiar mix of anticipation and dread. High school was supposed to be about friendships, first crushes, and minor rebellions, but for Emma, it had always been a delicate balance of observing from the sidelines while trying not to get hurt. The previous year had left scars she preferred not to talk about, but some mornings, like today, the world seemed determined to remind her that the past was never far behind.

“Hey, Hartman!” a voice called. Emma looked up, her eyes meeting a familiar figure—Liam Cross, the kind of boy who made hearts skip without trying. Tall, with messy dark hair that refused to obey gravity and a smile that carried just the right amount of mischief, Liam was the kind of person everyone seemed to notice. But somehow, he had noticed her, too.

“Morning,” Emma replied, trying to keep her tone neutral, though her chest betrayed her with a subtle flutter.

“You coming to the courtyard later? It’s way too nice to waste inside,” Liam asked, leaning casually against the locker next to hers.

Emma hesitated. She wasn’t usually the type to follow anyone’s lead, especially not Liam’s. Yet something about his presence made the decision easier than it should have been. “Maybe,” she said, shrugging, hoping her voice sounded indifferent.

Liam smirked, eyes glinting with amusement. “That’s all I need. I’ll see you then.” With a wink, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving Emma staring after him. She had spent months convincing herself she could handle the highs and lows of high school without getting distracted by people like Liam Cross. Apparently, she had underestimated how distracting he could be.

Emma closed her locker, her mind still on him, and headed to her first class—English Literature. The room was buzzing with familiar faces: Chloe, her bubbly best friend with a laugh that could fill a room; Marcus, the quiet artist who seemed to exist in a world apart from the chaos of high school; and Sarah, the girl whose smile hid ambitions sharper than most realized. Emma slid into her seat next to Chloe, who immediately began whispering about last night’s gossip.

“You are not going to believe what happened at the football game,” Chloe said, her eyes wide with excitement. Emma tried to focus, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Liam and the unexpected spark she felt whenever he was around. There was something about him—an energy that seemed both dangerous and exhilarating.

As the teacher droned on about Shakespeare, Emma’s attention wandered further. She noticed a new student sitting quietly in the corner, scribbling into a notebook. There was something intriguing about him—dark eyes that seemed to observe everything but reveal nothing, and a posture that suggested he was used to keeping his distance. Emma’s curiosity piqued, though she quickly reminded herself not to get involved. High school had a way of complicating lives in ways that weren’t worth the trouble.

By lunch, the courtyard was alive with the usual groups: athletes showing off, clubs promoting their causes, and friends catching up after the morning rush. Emma found Chloe near the fountain, already surrounded by a small circle of girls, and joined her reluctantly.

“You’re quiet today,” Chloe noted. “Daydreaming about your crush again?”

Emma rolled her eyes, trying to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just enjoying the sunshine.”

Before Chloe could respond, Liam appeared, threading his way through the crowd with a casual confidence that made Emma’s stomach twist in ways she didn’t like—or maybe liked too much. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes locking on hers. Without a word, he gestured toward an empty bench, and Emma found herself walking toward him before her brain could catch up.

They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, the hum of laughter and chatter around them fading into background noise. Liam finally broke it. “So, Emma, what’s your plan for the weekend?”

She shrugged, playing it cool. “Nothing special. You?”

“Thinking about an adventure,” he said with a grin that suggested he meant trouble more than anything else. “Care to join?”

Emma felt her pulse quicken. Adventures with Liam Cross were never simple. They were thrilling, unpredictable, and often messy. Yet, against her better judgment, she found herself nodding. “Sure, why not?”

The afternoon passed in a blur of classes, laughter, and stolen glances. But as the final bell rang, signaling freedom from the structured chaos of high school, Emma couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change. She didn’t know if it was for the better or worse, but a subtle tension lingered in the air—a whisper of betrayal, of secrets yet to be uncovered, and of feelings that refused to stay neatly contained.

As she walked home, Emma thought about the new student in English class, the quiet boy whose gaze had followed her through the room. There was something about him that unsettled her, a mystery wrapped in shadows that she couldn’t ignore. And then there was Liam, with his mischievous smile and magnetic presence, who had a way of drawing her in even when she didn’t want to be pulled along.

High school was supposed to be simple: classes, friends, homework, and occasional crushes. But Emma Hartman was beginning to realize that simplicity was a lie. Between the unexpected sparks of attraction, the whispers of betrayal, and the secrets that everyone carried, nothing here was ever straightforward.

By the time she reached her doorstep, the sky had turned a soft pink, streaked with gold as the sun dipped below the horizon. Emma paused for a moment, taking in the colors, the cool breeze, and the strange mix of fear and excitement swirling in her chest. Whatever this year held, it promised to be unforgettable. And deep down, Emma knew that she was ready—ready to face the chaos, the romance, and the challenges that high school would throw at her.

For better or worse, nothing would ever be the same again.