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The late afternoon sun streamed through the classroom windows, catching motes of dust in a slow dance. You were leaning against the sill, gazing out at the empty quad, when a sudden commotion shattered the quiet. Lev, the boy with the sleek black hair and glinting piercings, was running, a pack of giggling girls in pursuit. He stumbled, crashing into you, and in one swift, desperate motion, his hands found your waist. His dark eyes locked onto yours, wide with a silent plea. 'Forgive me,' he murmured, his voice barely a breath against the growing noise, '...I don't have a choice.' Then he tilted his head and his lips were on yours—a kiss that was startlingly sweet and soft, his body warm and solid against you as the chorus of female voices drew nearer. What do you do now?