"Don't stop, please," Shantel whispered the moment Kwame pulled away from the kiss.
"What we're doing isn't right; James will become very angry if he finds out," he said, holding her hands with a mix of guilt and desire.
"He won't find out," Shantel said, pressing her lips on Kwame's lips, sending shivers down his spine.
He wanted to pull away; he really did, but he wanted to kiss her too. He gave in and kissed her back, passionately, as if the world around them melted away.
"What are you doing? Why are you kissing the book?" he heard someone say, but he ignored it, lost in the moment.
"Wake up!" he heard someone shout, jolting him back to reality.
He opened his eyes instantly and felt a wave of embarrassment. He wasn't kissing Shantel; it was a dream.
He looked around and realized everyone was staring at him, their faces a mix of amusement and curiosity.
"You were having a wet dream; who were you kissing?" Shantel asked, looking at the wet book in front of him with a teasing grin.
"My granny," he said, mortified, and ran out of the room.
Some time later, he went back to the class, hoping everyone would be focused on their own business, but he was wrong.
"Kiss me, granny, do not stop," one guy shouted the moment Kwame walked in.
Everyone raised their heads and burst into laughter the moment they saw him.
He rushed to his seat and placed his head on the table. The class became silent immediately; he wanted to raise his head, but was afraid they'd laugh again immediately they saw his face.
James tapped him several times to wake him up, but he ignored him.
"Lebron!"
He raised his head immediately, and it was his Social Studies teacher; he looked so displeased.
He stood up immediately, declaring, "I'm sorry, sir, I did not see..."
"Follow me," he said, interrupting him.
Without any hesitation, he did as he said. When they got out of the classroom, the teacher pulled out an envelope from his pocket and removed a paper from it.
"This letter was written to you; it is a love letter," he said, handing over the letter.
Kwame glanced through it and looked back at the teacher; he did not appear upset this time.
"Follow me," the teacher instructed.
"Huh! Again?" Kwame said to himself.
When they got to the office, the teacher offered Kwame a seat.
"It is an anonymous letter, I want to know the person who wrote this letter, she must be punished," the teacher said.
"Punished for expressing her feelings?" Kwame asked, looking surprised.
"Yes, and you'd help me get hold of her," he replied.
Kwame looked at him in disbelief but nodded in agreement.
"How, sir? How did you even get this letter?" Kwame asked.
"I'll call you again and tell you how we can know the person, but I am not telling you how I got the letter. You can leave now," he said.
"Don't tell anyone about this, not even James," he said seriously.
"Okay, fine, not even James," Kwame said and walked out.
"Kiss me, granny," someone said when Kwame entered the class. The time around it was a female voice, and again the entire class burst into laughter.
The moment Kwame sat down, Shantel asked what the teacher talked about.
Kwame simply raised an eyebrow at her, and said that the teacher just asked questions about his previous school.
"Oh, okay! I thought you had gotten yourself in trouble," Shantel said hilariously.
"Oh no, no," Kwame said laughing.
James looked at Kwame quietly and laughed.
Kwame, looking confused, asked what was wrong with him.
"Nothing", James said and looked away.
When the school bell rang, James informed Kwame that he wanted to go home with him.
James planned to spend the weekend at Kwame's home.
On the way home, James asked what the teacher really said.
"I already told you, he asked questions about…"
"About your previous school, you lied!," James said cutting Kwame off.
Kwame looked at him quietly, "how the hell did you find out?".
"There is something you do anytime you lie, now tell me what he actually said", James said feeling proud of himself.
"I will tell you about it when we are about to sleep," Kwame said still looking surprised.