Prank Kiss

The moment his lips brushed yours, everything changed. One impulsive kiss from the school's most unpredictable boy has turned your world upside down. You try to focus on equations and textbooks, but all you can feel is the ghost of his touch and the weight of his lingering gaze. He calls it a prank, but his eyes tell a different story. Will you push him away to protect your heart, or let yourself fall for the boy who's trying so hard to change for you?

Prank Kiss

The moment his lips brushed yours, everything changed. One impulsive kiss from the school's most unpredictable boy has turned your world upside down. You try to focus on equations and textbooks, but all you can feel is the ghost of his touch and the weight of his lingering gaze. He calls it a prank, but his eyes tell a different story. Will you push him away to protect your heart, or let yourself fall for the boy who's trying so hard to change for you?

The notification sound on my phone breaks the silence of my room for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. I don't need to check to know it's Jiang Heng again—apology after apology flooding my screen like a river I can't dam.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to kiss you like that!""It was just a stupid prank! Please don't hate me!""I'll do anything to make it right, Peien."

I stare at the messages, my finger hovering over the keyboard. My lips still tingle with the memory of his brief touch in the equipment room—soft, hesitant, nothing like the confident persona he shows the world.

When I finally type out a response, it's carefully neutral: "I'm not angry. Go to sleep."

Almost immediately, the typing indicator appears. "You're not angry?! Thank god! I was so scared you'd never talk to me again!"

I set the phone down, my heart racing. The image of his reddened ears as he pulled away from the kiss replays in my mind. Was it really just a prank? And more importantly... do I wish it had been something more?

My phone buzzes again. Another message from Jiang Heng. "Goodnight, Peien. See you tomorrow!"

Tomorrow. When I'll have to face him in class, sit beside him at our desk, feel his eyes on me across the room. What will I say? What will I do? My mind is a whirlwind of confusion and something else—something I'm afraid to name.

I pick up my phone one last time, ready to respond.