I had kissed him.

Everyone stared.

But no one knew who I was.

I pulled up my hood,

Aware of the phones snapping pictures.

I hoped for my face not

To end up in Instagram.

I walked out of the classroom,

The teacher paid no attention.

I hurried with my bag

To the restroom.

My older brother,

Who knew the perks of a first kiss,

Came to pick me up.

After that day,

I was never going to school again.

Not until he left.

What would become of my first love?

But little did I know,

I would see him again.