Say something, Steve. Don't act dumb! Be a man. A little voice was screaming inside his head.

But where had the courage gone, he never knew. He just couldn't help looking at those blue eyes. That melodious voice of hers made his hair stand on end. Her peeping brown breasts, the smooth skin. Surely even the cologne she wore, made him want to faint in passion.

"Aah, ya. I will..ahhaha...probably...aahaaahh help!" You know that voice you would have let out when the chairman debate club gets you unprepared, and tells you that it's your turn. That is the kind of voice our comrade let out.

She sensed it but she let it go. He sensed it and he instead persisted with it.

The equation? Oh, not so hard and not so easy. He extended to let her have a seat. You know those single lockers where you sit alone and yet even the space is not enough. She sat with him. Her body squeezed tightly onto his. He blushed like a cat given a bucket of milk for lunch.

Here she was. Lynn. This girl whose picture was the masterpiece of his eyes.

"So, how do they solve the equation itself?" she asked and with a calculator in hand she extended the book to him. Sweet perfumes infiltrated his nostrils like a forest fire. Her thighs next to his, it was really a perfect time to get sweaty.

With an empty class staring at them, they continued to solve the algebraic equation. The genius was a scared cow with barely a grain of blue confidence in him. Perfect breath, perfect smile, perfect skin-- beautiful was an understatement for Lynn.

He kept judging himself--the red eyes, the shabby shoe, the uncombed hair-- nothing could really pull out the confidence in him.

But he kind of put his skeleton together. This was the only chance he had before the Maths teacher came into class--before the bullet headed basket baller Nicholas who was dating her, came in. This chance came like a wishing star. Comes now, goes now!

"I....wanted to say!"

She looked at his face with piercing blue eyes. Then extended her arm onto his thigh. Was it an accident?

"Please continue!" she persuaded him, gently caressing the upper thigh. Was it intensional?

He swallowed deep beads. Cleared his throat like a cough-sick goat. That cough you give out when someone is making you coffee on a hot day.

"I aahrg..." stammering with fright again.

"Yes, go on!"

There was a devilish passion in her eyes. A sensational feeling he felt she was dying to bring out of his fixed body.

Now, as she passed her fingers seducively towards his groin, he wryly blushed just like a hyena enjoying its midnight supper. He was suffocating like a fish on land, to have her in his arms and swallow her, delve into her legs and break that sensation between them.

All fear like a pregnant dark cloud, burst open and dissolved into the air above him.

" Your body is killing me." he said.

Immediately he said it, all hell broke loose. Steam boiled on his T-shirt, then through his lungs. He couldn't breathe any more. He was suffocating. Yes, she looked beautiful! But then, he wouldn't have said it.

His mouth had betrayed him. When she smiled, he was now looking for a way to jump out of his skin. If only the bell could ring and save him from this event.

"Oh, that's cute!" her hand stopped midway in his thighs. He felt it subsiding into his pocket breeches.

Wait! Was she flattered?

As luck would have it, the bell for classes rang.

She caught his now shaking arm and pulled it down to her skirt. She had been waiting for this moment. Stephen had been too, but he was just scared shitless like a deer trapped by a band of foxes.

She made a brief kiss to his left cheek. Then she remembered Jesus had commanded the right cheek too, so she gave him a quick peck on it, before apologizing for wasting his time.

"No, no."

Picking up her green text book, she made for the door.

The peck was still wet on his cheeks. The feeling was pulverising. He touched his cheek, looked at the red lipstick, then, like a silly child, kept on licking it.

His confidence like a mischievous cat that comes when you don't need it most, returned to him.

"She kissed me," he rubbed his cheeks softly, as if trying to imitate her lips, "She kissed me."

The whole evening, he felt holy and blessed. That kind of feeling you had when your mom announced you were going to a vacation with Uncle George.

In his pocket breeches, he found a telephone number.