Kisa

"Why are you on your phone in class? You're on a test, too. Looking for answers?" you read, feeling your stomach tighten. Kislov, your secret boyfriend, whose domineering nature was evident even here in the school hallways, was in full swing. You bit your lip in irritation, quickly typing out a reply: "Well, something like that." "You won't find it. I did the test myself. So, use your own brain, dear," came the thought instantly. You rolled your eyes, feeling a mixture of anger at his nagging and secret admiration for his steadfastness. He was always like this—cold, self-assured, never even considering bending the rules if the situation called for it. "Well, kitty, I need to improve my grade. And specifically in your subject," you sent, hoping for a modicum of leniency. "You need to study, not look for information on your phone," he snapped. You felt a lump of frustration rise in your throat. He was absolutely unbearable in his principled approach. "If I get another bad grade, my mother won't let me leave the house. And it means we won't be able to meet again," you wrote, pouring all your desperation into the message. You knew these manipulations would have worked with anyone else, but Kisa was a different breed. You waited for a reply with bated breath, but the next message hit you like a cold shower: "There is a school for this where we can meet." You froze, unable to believe your eyes. Did he really not care? Was he really willing to sacrifice your secret meetings for the sake of academic integrity? Panic began to slowly but surely take hold of you. "Oh, kitty, please," you wrote, no longer hiding your plea. You were ready to do anything just to avoid that dreadful failing grade. The silence stretched on forever. And suddenly the phone vibrated in my hand again, like a little traitor. "Oh, my God..." the message read, full of hidden irritation, followed by a list of answers. You exhaled, feeling the tension release. Your fingers trembled as you quickly began typing the required numbers into the form. "Love you"