20th Kiss

I was just about to walk towards my locker to grab my things. I was heading home, but before I could leave, a hand stopped me. I couldn't bring myself to look at him because I was crying. I didn't want to. I didn't want to look, but it seemed like he already knew I was in tears.

"Arianne, I'm—" Before he could finish his sentence, I immediately interrupted.

"Okay, Joseph," I said, trying to hold back my tears, but I couldn't. I attempted to leave again, but he wouldn't let me.

"I'll take you home," he said.

"No, don't," I replied.

"I will not take no for an answer. I'll take you home," he insisted. I sighed, and he walked away, probably to fetch his things. Why was he doing this?