Teach Me To Sin

“Kiss me.”

I stood still. My heart shut against my ribs like it wanted to escape.

“What?” I paused, stepping back.

“Kiss me,” he repeated, calm, commanding, like it was the most natural thing in the world. His eyes were dark, sharp and utterly infuriating -locked onto mine, daring me to resist.

I blinked. “Hell no!!”

He gave a sly grin, that arrogant tilt of his lips that made me want to hit him and melt at the same time. “I thought you wanted lessons,” he teased. “Confidence, flirting….owing yourself?”

I engulfed, trying not to let the swell in my cheeks show. “Yeah- I well, I did not mean this kind of lesson.”

“Then you are not ready yet,” he said, his sly grin softening almost…..almost amused. He started to walk away brushing past me like I was an afterthought.

“Wait!” I impulsively replied., panic and frustration mixing in my chest. I couldn't let him just walk away.

He stood still for some second, raising his eyebrow. “Oh?”

I stepped forward, without thinking, I leaned in and tried to kiss him.

He suddenly started laughing, a mocking type that made my ears burn.

“What?” I asked, pulling back, horrified.

“You—” he waved a hand at me, still laughing. “—you really thought that would work?”

“I…but you said I should kiss you!” I splittered, confused and frustrated.

“Lesson 101,” he said, tilting his head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Never sell yourself short. Confidence, remember?”

Before I could process, he poked me lightly on the forehead, laughing at my stunned expression.

I tired talking back at him ,but he was ready gone,leaving me standing there. I hitt my head against the wall, trying to calm myself down. Frustration sparking inside me. I hated him. I really, truly hated him. And yet… he was the closet thing I could get to a teacher.

Keathan Lefevre. Just speaking his name sounds like a curse. It made my chest tighten. I have known him since like what? Forever or thought I did. We’d been childhood friends, inseparable at times until tragedy struck both families. We lost our parents, and since then everything had changed. While I stayed in my corner of the world he..well, he became Keathan.

Keathan Lefvre, the hockey star. The guy every girl wanted. The guy who owned a secret night club or should I call it sex club. The guy who was completely off limits because of who he was.

And yet.. He was Nevian Lefevre’s older brother. I liked Nevian since we were kids. Nevian was also my bestfriend. My safe place. And here I was, staring that at man who was… everything Nevian wasn't.

I still did not understand what people saw in Kethan. Sure he had the looks, he stole the golden gene, taking after his dad’s features—blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, stood at a solid 6’4ft. He made sure the world revolved around him, also letting people know it did. Sometiems I felt sad for the girls who chased after him.

And yet… here I was wanting him to teach me how to flirt, how to touch a man without fear, how to own my self and be confident.

It was ironic , really. I’d been hiding the truth for so long, faking that I did not feel it. I could not ignoree it anymore. I was shyy to express my feelings towards him. I’d let it sit in the corner of my heart, quietly hurting me, while I suppressed it under layers of friendship and being quiet

I should have told him since, but it was never easy. He was Nevian, my bestfriend. My safe place, and child hood companion. And even though I had wanted something more, I could not risk spoiling our friendship. Besides, what if he did not feel what I feel?

That’s why I was here now. With Keathan.

I was still lost my thoughts, when a loud noise came through the hallway, bringing me back to reality.

“What the-?” I started, my heart skipping a beat.

Down the hall, I saw Asher, my younger brother. He was pushed against the lockers by some tall, angry looking college student.

“Pay up ma!” The student shouted, shoving Asher again.

“I told you, I dont have it!!” Asher snapped, his fists balled at his sides, but there was panic in his eyes.

“You owe me, Asher! Dont play smart!” The guy barked, stepping closer.

My stomach twisted. Asher’s debt to someone shady was getting outta hand.

“Heyyyy!!” I yelled, rushing forward. “Back off!! He said he doesn’t have it.”

The guy gave me an icy glare, sizing me up like I was an obstacle he could crush.

I clencehed my fist , trying to think fast . Asher could be stubborn and hot headed, but he was still my little brother. And there was not a way I would let some college thug intimidate him in the hallway.

“Seriously, walk away,” I warner, my voice shaking on slightly. “Before things get worse.”

The guy flashed a cocky grin, like he wasn’t bothered“Or what, little girl?”

I grounded my teeth together, i didn’t know what to do, but all I knew was I was going to protect Asher. And suddenly, the sound. I froze as a familiar voice echoed through the hall, low and dangerous.

“Back off.”

I took a look and saw it was… Keathan.

The college student’s smirk faltered the moment he saw Keathan. His eyes surprised as he realized who was walking towards us.

“Oh…everything’s…good, man.” The guy stammers, trying to play it cool, but it was obvious he was terrified under Keathan’s icey gaze. Of course. One phone call from Keathan, could ruin him, Socially, financially, or worse.

Within seconds, the guy ran out, scattering down the hallways like he just saw a ghost .

Asher lets out a shaky laugh, relief flooding his face. “Wow… thanks… Keathan,” he said, still catching his breath.

I rolled my eyes , crossing my hands, and brushing past Keathan dismissively. “I could have handled it,” I said, tone sharp, trying to hide the way he made my chest still thumped from seeing him like that.

Keathan’s piercing blue eyes looked towards me, a hint of amusement dancing in him. “Sure you could,” he said smoothly, his voice teasing.

I rolled my eyes hard, tuning Keathan out, and dragged Asher down the hall.

“What the hell were you thinking?” I vented, my voice low but furious. “Borrowing money from a randomm guy like that? Do you even know who he could be?”

Asher struggled for a moment but didn’t pull away. “I… I thought I could handle it….” He mumbled.

“Handle it?” I repeated incredulously, stopping him and letting his arm go just enough to glare into his eyes. “Asher we are not rich. We barely scraping by! You know that! At least have the decency to come to me first instead of putting yourself in danger like this!”

He swallowed hard, looking guilty. “I… I didn’t want to bother you, Lenon…..”

“Bother me?” I screeched , pacing a few steps away, trying to keep my anger in check. “We are on scholarship to this college, Asher! Everything we have, we fight tooth and nail for. And you thunk it is okay to go lending money from some guy you don’t know? Mom and Dad aren’t here to save you anymore, Asher!! They are dead!!

Asher’s eyes flared and he yanked his arm free.

“Wow, Lenon! You dont have to act like I am still a baby! He snapped, his voice rising. “I know what I am doing”

“Doing? I repeated, incredulously, Asher, you could have gotten hurt! Do you even think before you act?”

“I said I could handle it! He responded back, frustrated.

I opened my mouth to quarrel, but he shook his head. “Forget it okay? I do not need you treating like a kid everytime something goes wrong!”

Before I could speak again, he fumed off, and left me there.

Sometimes, I love him, other times, I wanted to knock some senses into him.

I let out an unsteady breath and muttered under my breath, “Stubborn idiot…”

I slumped against the lockers, raking my hand through my hair , trying to process everything when my phone buzzed. I picked it up—an unknown number. The message was short, sharp:

“Come to Classroom 12. Now.”

My stomach sank. Who would—?