Chapter 6: Social Suicide by Kiss

And this person was so tall.

Besides Chase Milton at 6'3", the only other tall guy was the class president at 6'1".

Must be the class president.

He was the one who egged me on, after all.

Heh. Consider it payback.

Laughter and gasps erupted around us. Someone even whistled.

Smirking, I whipped off the blindfold.

Under the dazzling lights, I saw that face—so stunning it glowed—and those pale green, gemstone eyes.

Best of all, his lips, already red, were now smeared with a bit of lipstick—making them look even more inviting.

I was dumbstruck.

How did I end up kissing—Chase Milton.

For a second, I swear my soul tried to leave my body and float up to the drop ceiling tiles. All the blood drained from my face as I realized: I've just committed social suicide in front of the horror boss.

Isn't this just asking for death?

I dropped to my knees on the spot.

Chase Milton's eyes flashed with surprise and disbelief, but it vanished quickly.

His slender, fair fingers wiped the lipstick off his lips, the corners of his mouth curling into a half-smile: "You... really like kneeling to me."

My face burned.

I remembered—on the first day of school, I'd also gotten scared and dropped to my knees in front of him.

I stammered, "My legs... they have a mind of their own."

Amid everyone's teasing, I bolted from the room.

I stared up at the bright moon, rubbing my neck.

Help—

Tonight, my neck is probably done for.

I’ll never make it back to my original world.

Might as well, before I die, be a romantic ghost one last time.

So, I—

As I raced across the quad, the fall air sharp in my lungs, I kept replaying the moment in my head, the humiliating chorus of laughter. I could already see the memes spreading in the group chat: "Freshman kisses campus heartthrob—film at eleven!"