Chapter 3 First Heated Kiss

**Nancy's POV**

I turn back to look the other students for help but there weren't any. All of them has gone for the assembly leaving me and him only in the classroom.

"Zion! Can you walk?" I ask him. He nods.

I stand right beside him to give him the support so that he may not stumble later.

"Why are you standing there?" He says with his vague and dull voice.

"I am going to help you to stand up," I say and smile at him.

He stares at my eyes for quite some minutes and drifts his eyes away from me.

"I'm heavy. You're a female nutcracker and even after that you dare to help?" he says with his faint voice.

"You have so much energy to talk even after having a fever. I should just go on assembly," I say and try to pretend like I am going out.

But he pulls me and puts his hand on my shoulder all of a sudden, with our side body nearly touching each other.

I am dumbfounded. I feel as if the blood is rushing all over my body with so much speed all of a sudden and the unique chills that have never flown down my spines flows in an incredible way.

We walk together to the infirmary, his hands on mine shoulders and our body so so so close to each other.

Fuck!

It touched.

I can feel his body right next to me and it is arising my temperature all of a sudden. I feel heated. I completely feel like I am losing myself right now.

How long is infirmary?

Cause I don't feel like I could walk safe till there? I might even faint or due with him right beside me.

"It's here," be says showing his index finger to the direction. I help him get there. I don't think it's time to think about these crazy stuffs cause his health is more necessary.

There is a nurse standing in the infirmary who looks at us quite amusingly.

"Yes! Need anything," she asks.

I quickly get away from him and say," he's sick. He's burning like hell."

She quickly comes with a thermometer and checks his temperature.

99°F!

He is indeed sick.

"Why is his temperature so up?" she asks. I lift both my shoulders saying I don't know.

"I had a drink yesterday. It was my first time drinking and I wasn't used to," be says straight forward.

He drank?

We are still in high school but. Just a starter.

"Too young to drink! How much did you drink?" she asks.

"Almost five glasses," he answers.

She gets shocked and along with her my eyes enlarges.

When the hell did be start to drink? I am completely foreign to this information of him.

"Student! I have something to grab something from the school's pharmacy store. Can you please look at him for some time?" she asks.

Yes! Yes!

Why not?

I am willing to take care of him for my whole life.

She walks away and leaves us both alone in the room.

"I never knew you drink?" I ask.

"I never did. Yesterday was first time and I found out it could turn me mad," be says.

"Mad?" I ask.

"You see Mr. Rogers garden was all messed up this morning and that was all because of me. It want done by his dog," he says with a faint smile.

"What?" I laugh out loud hearing it cause Mr. Roger was all mad in the morning and was willing to kill his dog for that.

And most of all, I have never see him smile. He has such a beautiful and gorgeous smile that no one in the world has. His pink lips feels so plump and juicy. They might taste so much good.

Fuck!

What am I even thinking?

"Nan!" he called.

What? What did he just call me?

My belly starts to churn with his call. I have never heard this name for me. It sounds so much sweet and sexy at the same time from his lips.

I turn my head towards him, just to find out that he is so close to me. His face is just some inches away from me.

Why so close?

I flutter my eyes being confused what should I do next. Should I just drag my face away from him?

What if nurse is going to come over here?

But before I think about it, I feel something magical. Something, I have never experienced in my whole life.

His lips presses on mine without any warning.

Fuck!

I was just thinking about this plumpy lips some minutes ago but I never thought that this is going to happen to be so soon.

He is good. He is fucking good kisser. He nuzzles around the corner of my lips so amazingly that I completely feel out of my mind.

He sucks my lips and I moan out. My chest rises like the hills and plain with my heavy and fast breaths.

"Zion, she is going to come," I say between the kiss.

He holds my face with both of his hands and then, pecks on my lips and leaves me.

What is that?

What the hell was that?

That is my first kiss. That is my first fucking kiss and I fucking love that kiss so much.