JOYCE TYLER'S POV.

　　"Why would you do that to me Clifford, why?" A single tear squeezed out of my wild eyes as I asked him. "Did you remember everything we've shared? Did you remember all the memories? Or have you forgotten so soon? Now you are leaving, you are leaving me all alone in this country, for what reason?" I fell on my knees, crying out. "For what reason."

　　I was in the class chit chatting with some of our classmates when Clifford signaled me that he wanted to talk to me in private. I excused myself from others' and went to meet him. We ended up at the terrace beautified with flowers and green grasses in success high school, in our turquoise blue and white uniform.

　　I had always been given the overall best student since I was in SS1 in my "ex" school until I got to SS3, which made me get a scholarship to success high school where I met Clifford, in the same class. We became friends instantly, it seemed our feelings were being hidden from each other as this strange confession came to existence.

　　We did things together, we read together not until we were both alone in the library reading. I caught Clifford was only staring at me instead of him reading his book. I shifted my gaze towards him, attempted to ask him why he wasn't reading, but suddenly with just a shut of an eye, I felt his soft pink lips crushed on mine. I opened up my eyes widely, had no idea how to react to the sudden first time lips to lips.

　　He kept his eyes half open sneaking a guilty peek at me. I pulled him away to release myself from the shocked scene that just happened, gasping as I swallowed the lump in my throat enough for him to hear the sound. I glared at him and stood up from the seat hurriedly trying to leave, but he grabbed back my hand.

　　What will happen now? The thought sunk in my heart, as it made a long lasting sound.

　　"Joyce!" His whisper was enough to get a lady on his bed.

　　The annoying part was that my body had to respond to this shit which made it obvious I also felt the same way about him, or was it the heat that suddenly grew on my skin while the air condition was on? Gosh! I don't know if he noticed this reaction in me, but I hoped he did not.

　　I parted my lips as he pulled me to his tiny chest to face him. His hand ended up on my waist and my tongue stuck as I was about calling his name. Does he love me or was just taking advantage? That question ran through my mind which I knew I can't find answers now. I don't even have the mind to make eye contact with him.

　　"Joyce!" He whispered once again, then his lips were getting closer to mine. My heart skipped a bit. I couldn't resist as my knee gave in to the long passionate kiss, like I had dreamt of this moment to come. I found my hand on his shoulder attempting to grab him closer to get more of him, but I pulled him away the moment I realized what I was doing.

　　Oh my God! This is not happening. I sighed in, and out. I made a throaty sound, then took a step to escape from the library.

　　"I love you Joyce!" He hollered at me.

　　My brow widened up to his confession then I halted in awe. I turned myself to him like I didn't hear that right.

　　"I love you Joyce!" He repeated and moved a step closer to me. "From the very first day I met you Joyce, I felt something for you. I.. I am sorry I did that but–"

　　I brushed my lips on his before he could complete his sentence, maybe I was crazy, but I was crazy in love with him too. I disengaged from him so soon and avoided eye contacts.

　　"Did you love me?"

　　"I.. I need to leave now."

　　He grabbed me back again and asked, " I asked if you do love me Joyce. You made a move just now, talk to me."

　　"Yes! yes I do," I breathed out. "I think I do... Let me go Clifford." I stuttered at my affirmation.

　　"Oh my..." He grinned and blocked my path to leave, dipped his hand into his pocket. "You said you love me, so where are you going?"

　　"What...what do you mean?"

　　Why was I stuttering in front of him now... I knew, I was crazy.

　　"Do you think I'd let you off so easily?" He grabbed my waist which let out a moan, he claimed my lips once again, this time slowly. I couldn't jerk away from this as it was so thrilling. I wanted this, my body wanted this. I returned the kiss wrapping my arm around his neck, then I parted my lips slowly to allow his lips into mine.

　　I pressed my back against the wall, breathless. He grasped my hand up on the wall, and his free hand trapped on my neck. He licked me up with his whole tongue, and with his lips grazed on mine roughly.

　　"Should I– should I continue?" A half moan, half growl sounded alongside at the back of his voice.

　　He lifted me up like I was made up of air. It seemed my silence revealed the answer. I couldn't say I wanted more of it, neither would I resist this opportunity of a dying feeling known as pleasure. I never expected him to ask for permission anyways. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he caressed my butt larger than my age moving me to the large table in the library.

　　Our lips sealed on each other like it was impossible to be separated. His smell brushed my nostrils as he glued on me, in between my legs, on my boobs. I parted my lips that had dried off now as he made his way through my neck. I moaned softly. I became aware of his finger already sunk on my button.

　　He had his aim to have asked me the question and to have moved me to this table. He succeeded in getting rid of my shirt, now my underwear, I still couldn't stop him. He has put me in that position not to hesitate any longer. I tugged my finger in his curly and creamy hair, he let me squeeze my legs on his hips as he claimed my boobs like it belonged to him.

　　This feels so good, this "Argh!" He fumbled hard with it and I just felt like screaming out his name. I had lost all senses to the intensity I got from this, the joy and the satisfying moment. We propped into each other like no one would be coming anytime soon, not even the thought that anyone could barge in as the library was meant for all students'.

　　He sucked my boobs slowly as his breath came more quickly against my skin. Not after this whole time, not this time my body was aching for this to be digged in. "Arggh!" He had his aim again, already, he had traced his finger slowly into my spine.

　　He pulled me to his warmed self making my body aches for the next thing that was going to happen. That was his plan all along, and yes! I wanted nothing more, but more of him now. He skimmed his hand on my body, his touches rushed a bloody sensation through my body. This moment was scary, this was just the first day, but it was also thrilling. Now, I don't care. Just do this already.

　　"Damn it! Come on!" I found my voice after a long time. I moaned out louder than normal. The fear that anyone could hear the sound as we were still in the school premises was ignored. His finger danced into my spine, his lips glued on mine, then to my ear;

　　"If I do this here Joyce, you won't be in a good state. It is your first time."

　　He released me from the devouring moment, then I breathed out heavily and continuously. "Right! It feels good."

　　We both giggled, then he said; "thank you!"

　　Thank you? I enjoyed it more than he did, I am sure of that, and still, thank you? For accepting his love or for this moment? Well! Impressive!

　　We had had non forgettable memories together even though we were not acceptable for our love life, particularly in my class.

　　CLIFFORD FRANCIS was a tall and fair guy. I guessed his curled hair and pink lips drove the ladies crazy. With the way I believed in our love without thinking of what others' think of us, how could he think of leaving me all alone?