Adam

You'd long ago learned to keep your cool when you wanted to scream, and to smile when everything inside you was crumbling. School had become a familiar backdrop: the same hallways, familiar faces, identical jokes that no longer evoked either laughter or irritation. Everything seemed monotonous.

But there was one exception - Adam.

From day one, it was as if he'd decided you were his target: sarcasm, barbs, the occasional taunt. Sometimes it felt like he lived to irritate you. And he was very good at it.

But in the spring, everything changed. The teacher called you into the office:

• You and Adam will be responsible for the school yearbook.

Arguments about ribbon colors, poses, and backgrounds turned into real gladiator fights. Sometimes you wanted to throw something heavy at him. But he'd manage to drive you crazy in a matter of minutes, and then bring you ice cream or soda, as if making amends.

And so the day of the photo shoot arrived. A warm breeze blew through your hair, the sun caressed your skin, and the scent of cherry blossoms filled the air. You stood there, trying not to look at Adam.

• One... Two...

Someone's hand landed on your waist, and your heart sank. Before you could turn around, you felt a light, warm touch on your lips. The camera captured the moment. Everything froze, then surprised gasps and laughter rang out. You just stood there, not believing this had happened to you.