Stolen Kisses and Broken Trust

Yvienna walked through the hallways with her head bowed, eyes glued to the floor. Her thoughts weighed heavy, her steps slow. It felt like her soul had left her body, leaving only an empty shell behind. She wanted solitude, silence—anything to escape the whirlwind inside her.

"Ouch!" She stumbled back, rubbing her forehead after colliding with someone.

"Hey, are you alright?" a familiar voice asked.

Her gaze snapped upward, and the sight of Kyle's face made her stomach churn. His infuriating smile spread across his lips, and she clenched her fists, her jaw tightening. That disgusting smile.

"You should watch where you're going," he said, reaching out to touch her forehead. But she stepped back abruptly, glaring at him.

Kyle frowned, clearly confused by her reaction, but she didn't care. Without another word, she stormed into the classroom, ignoring his calls. You think you can fool me, Kyle? You're in love with Cassandra. I was just your pawn to make her jealous. Anger and betrayal burned inside her. I hate you, Kyle. You're a liar and a jerk. You don't know me at all if you think I'm someone you can use. Never again will I let anyone hurt me.

She dropped into the seat beside her best friend, Tiffany, who immediately noticed something was wrong.

"What's with your face?" Tiffany asked softly, concern evident in her voice.

Yvienna couldn't hold it in any longer. She turned to her best friend, and as Tiffany wrapped her arms around her, tears spilled over. "Sshh," Tiffany soothed, patting her back. "I know you, Yvienna. I can tell when you're hurt."

Yvienna gently pushed her friend away, wiping her tears with the handkerchief Tiffany handed her. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

"Yvienna, are you alright?"

Her heart stopped at the sound of his voice. She looked up to see Kyle standing there, his face a mask of concern. It only fueled her anger. What a great actor.

"You're not my doctor or nurse, so stop asking if I'm okay," she snapped, rolling her eyes.

Kyle's brows furrowed. "What? Did I do something wrong? Just tell me, and I'll fix it."

The murmurs in the classroom grew louder as everyone turned their attention to them. Embarrassed, Yvienna's anger boiled over. She stood abruptly, facing him with fury in her eyes.

"You want to know what's wrong? You're my problem, Kyle! You're annoying, and I hate you!" Her voice cracked, but she didn't care. The gasps around the room were deafening.

"Yesterday, we were fine. What happened today?" Kyle asked, his voice laced with confusion.

"Yesterday and today are different! I don't care anymore. Stop bothering me!" Yvienna shouted.

But before she could finish her tirade, Kyle leaned in and kissed her.

The classroom erupted into cheers and hollers, but Yvienna froze. Her mind blanked, and when reality set in, she shoved him away. Kyle stumbled back, falling onto the floor. Without looking back, she ran out of the room, her cheeks burning with a mix of rage and humiliation.

Yvienna locked herself in the girl's restroom, her back pressed against the cubicle door. She sat down, burying her face in her hands. "No! He stole my first kiss!" she muttered to herself, pulling at her hair in frustration.

"Bestie! Where are you?" Tiffany's voice echoed through the restroom.

Reluctantly, Yvienna opened the cubicle door. Tiffany rushed to her, pulling her into another hug. "What happened between you and Kyle? Are you two dating? Why did he kiss you?" Tiffany asked with a teasing grin.

"Stop it!" Yvienna snapped, but before she could explain, the restroom door swung open, revealing Cassandra.

"Did I just hear that Kyle kissed you?" Cassandra's eyes blazed with fury.

"And so?" Yvienna replied nonchalantly.

Cassandra raised her hand to slap her, but Tiffany stepped in, slapping Cassandra first. "How dare you!" Cassandra shrieked, retaliating with a slap of her own.

Yvienna's patience snapped. She grabbed Cassandra's hair, slapping her repeatedly. "No one hurts my best friend in front of me!" she hissed, shoving Cassandra, who fell to the floor.

"What's going on here?!" Kyle's voice cut through the chaos.

Cassandra immediately burst into crocodile tears. "She attacked me!" she sobbed dramatically.

Kyle helped Cassandra up, his concern for her clear. Yvienna's heart sank, but she refused to show it. When he turned to her, his expression softened.

"Yvienna, are you okay?" he asked, stepping toward her.

"I don't need your concern!" she snapped and punched him square in the jaw. Ignoring the gasps and stares, she stormed out of the restroom.

"Yvienna, wait!" Kyle called out, chasing after her. He grabbed her wrist, pinning her against the lockers.

"Let me go!" she shouted, struggling against him.

Kyle released her wrist but quickly blocked her escape, trapping her between his arms. "You need to listen to me!"

"Get away from me!" Yvienna hissed.

Kyle's voice dropped, a mix of desperation and anger. "If you don't shut up, I'll kiss you again."

Yvienna froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn't about to let him steal another kiss. Mustering her strength, she kneed him in the leg. Kyle yelped, clutching his knee as he fell to the ground.

She hesitated, guilt flickering in her heart as she saw him in pain. "Are you okay?" she asked cautiously.

Kyle looked up, smirking despite his pain. He stood, grabbed her wrist again, and dragged her toward the parking lot.

"Where are we going? Let me go!" she protested.

Kyle ignored her, opening the door to his car. Before she could yell again, he leaned in and kissed her—stealing her second kiss.

"I told you to shut your mouth, or I'd kiss you," he said with a wink.

Yvienna glared at him, her face burning with anger and embarrassment. I hate him.