We missed the second period altogether, so he takes me to my third-period class a bit early. We wait silently together in the hallway and then he pushes me up against a locker and we kiss passionately, his tongue mimicking penetration as it slides in and out of my mouth. He presses me harder against the locker showing me just how badly he wants me before whispering into my ear, “I need time to rethink our relationship.” He pushes off the locker away from me, leaving me wanting more and shocking me simultaneously. I’m a hot mess.

“Are you breaking up with me?” I ask dumbfounded.

“I don’t know if...