I was shocked when she suggested it. It felt like being asked to lance a boil between a woman’s thighs without her husband around — dangerous, painful, and downright wrong. A kiss? Behind a toilet? How could I? I told her flatly I wouldn’t do it.
She pouted, spun around, and started walking away. I panicked. With everything she knew about me, letting her slip off like that would be suicide. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back. For a second, my lips wanted to betray me, but I stopped. Sense kicked in. What nonsense was this? Kissing behind a toilet? Was I born for disgrace?
I cleared my throat and told her instead, “Let’s meet in the evening. We can talk… and maybe kiss.”
“Meet you where? I don’t have time, please. What will I tell my parents? That I need permission to go and kiss my classmate?” she shot back.
Her sarcasm nearly killed me with laughter, but I swallowed it and gave her a place and time. She promised she’d show up. We parted ways, though I knew deep down she was dragging me into another trap.
Back in class, my friends had left. I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed home, drowning in questions.
“All because of a girl — Lucy. Is she even worth this headache? Is this love, or lust, or just infatuation wearing church shoes? How do I escape this dirty game without ruining my reputation? Or is it that I don’t even understand love at all?”
The questions circled like mosquitoes around my ears, but no answers came.
By the time I got home, I was drained. I showered, ate, and collapsed on my bed. Sleep came quickly, but guilt came quicker. I remembered the promise I’d made to Lucy’s mum — to find out the guy Lucy was dating. I had even promised to visit her on Sunday. But Sunday came, and I didn’t. I sighed. Maybe instead of sneaking to meet my new “CID partner,” I should go make things right with Lucy’s mum. That thought rocked me to sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, it was 9:35 p.m. My heart sank. I had planned to meet her at 8:00. I was one hour and thirty-five minutes late. Could she still be waiting? I needed to find out.
I slipped into fresh clothes and tiptoed to the living room, but the door was locked. Mum had the keys. Worse, she was in her room. If she wasn’t asleep, my mission was dead on arrival. I searched everywhere like a burglar in my own house, but the keys had vanished. Defeated, I dragged myself back to bed.
The next morning, I overslept again but rushed to school. As a senior on duty, I needed to be there early to supervise the juniors. The first face I saw at the gate nearly froze me: my CID partner. She had been waiting.
The moment her eyes caught mine, her face turned into thunder. Trouble had come. I frowned too, out of defence, and brushed past her.
“Eh KD, didn’t you see me?” she snapped.
“Do I have business with you?” I shot back, pretending I was late for a UN summit.
She tilted her head, smirk sharp as a knife. “Maybe not with me. But you have business with a woman. She’s been here thirty minutes… waiting for you.”
A woman? My heart thudded. Which woman?
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