(Lonia's POV)
He's so mean! Curtis is so mean! I'm currently sulking on the bleachers, probably having a full-blown tantrum—but I don't care! I keep kicking at whatever my feet can reach, making a racket, but thankfully, there's no one around. How dare he?! He stole my first kiss! How am I supposed to tell Kyle about that? What's he going to think?! Ugh, Curtis is the worst!
I suddenly realize I'm crying. Why did Curtis do that? Is he really that awful—to force a kiss on someone? To toy with their feelings? I told him I already have someone I love. He knew. So why? Why kiss me anyway? My head's pounding from all these swirling questions.
Why, Curtis? Why?
"Miss President? What are you doing here?" I hear a familiar voice. And the second I see him—Calvin—I instantly remember what happened. I turn my gaze away and stand up, trying to walk off.
"Wait... are you crying?" he asks, following me. I don't answer. I just keep walking until I feel his hand gently wrap around my wrist, stopping me.
"Lonia, why are you crying?" I still don't look at him. I hate them right now. "Why didn't you come to the meeting earlier?" I ask.
"Did Curtis tell you?" he sighs.
"Curtis didn't have to tell me anything. I'm not stupid—I can tell you two apart."
"You're right. You're not stupid," he replies calmly, but there's a strange glint in his eyes. "Then tell me—why are you crying? Did he do something stupid?"
"Stupid?!" I snap. "What he did was way beyond that! How can you just kiss someone who already has a boyfriend? Why?! How am I supposed to tell Kyle that?! That someone stole it—my first kiss!"
I know it's not Calvin's fault. I know that. It's Curtis. But I can't stop myself. I'm too upset. I break down, sitting on the bleachers again, burying my face in my hands, crying like a mess.
"Wait... Curtis took your first kiss?" Calvin says slowly, sounding genuinely shocked. He stares at me. "How long have you been with Kyle?"
I glance at him, confused. "Why are you asking me that?"
He just shrugs, waiting. I sigh and answer, "Almost a year now."
He doesn't react—just continues staring. Then, out of nowhere, he laughs quietly.
"My brother's impulsive. I can't defend that. But—" he suddenly cups my cheeks, gently lifting my face to look at him. "—we're not sorry."
Before I can process what he means, his lips press against mine.
I push at his chest, but he doesn't move. Why am I so weak right now? What's happening?
They've never acted like this. Curtis… Calvin… Why are they suddenly doing this?
As soon as he pulls away, I slap him—hard—and run. I don't even know where I'm going. I just keep running until I find myself by the parking lot. I grab my phone and call Kyle. He picks up right away.
"Sweetheart?"
Just hearing his voice breaks me. I start sobbing.
"Lonia? Sweetheart? Why are you crying?"
I can't speak. I try, but all that comes out is a broken mess.
"Sweetheart, tell me where you are."
I barely whisper "parking lot," not even sure if he heard it right.
"K-Kyle… I-I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" It's all I can say.
I can't lie to him. That would only make everything worse. But if I tell him the truth, he might think I cheated. He'll hate me.
I can't stop crying. I feel paralyzed—too ashamed to move. I just crouch against the wall, shaking, crying quietly.
"Sweetheart, hang in there. Don't hang up, okay?"
Hearing his voice keeps me grounded, even though my chest feels like it's collapsing.
Then I hear someone calling my name—yelling. It's Kyle.
When I see him sprinting toward me, I freeze. The moment he reaches me, he pulls me into a tight hug.
"Kyle… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" I sobbed against his chest, trembling.
"Sweetheart… please tell me what happened." His voice is gentle but full of concern.
I still can't answer, so he helps me up and walks me to his car. I just go along, numb.
Even after I calm down, I sit there silently. Kyle stays by my side, waiting patiently.
"Are you okay now, sweetheart?" he finally asks, placing his hand on top of mine.
But I pull my hand back.
He flinches. And I hate that. Kyle's always been kind, patient, and understanding—and now I'm hurting him. I don't deserve him.
"Kyle… I'm sorry, but I don't deserve this."
His expression softens. There's pain in his eyes, but also love.
"Why would you even say that? What happened?"
"The twins…" I murmur. "They… they kissed me…"
I can't look at him. I shut my eyes tightly. I don't want to see disappointment on his face.
"Lonia," he says, gently. "Can you tell me everything? What exactly happened?"
"After the meeting… I called Curtis out for attending the meeting instead of Calvin, and he started teasing me. I tried to ignore him, but then he pushed me against the wall… and kissed me. I got upset and went to the bleachers to cry. Then Calvin showed up. I was already a mess and… and he kissed me too."
I wipe my eyes, ashamed. "I'm really sorry, Kyle. I wasn't strong enough… I didn't keep my guard up. I'm so sorry…"
Kyle stays quiet, processing. I wait for him to get angry. Disgusted.
"Then why are you crying?" he finally asks, confused.
I blink at him. "Curtis stole my first kiss! And I feel like I've cheated on you! Do you really need to ask?!"
But Kyle just… laughs.
"Sweetheart, I was your first kiss."
I stare at him, stunned.
"I didn't tell you because I thought you'd be mad, but… I kissed you once while you were asleep."
I feel my eyes widen.
"And no, you didn't cheat on me. You didn't kiss them. They forced themselves on you. That's not your fault. They took advantage of someone vulnerable. That's what happened. So stop crying, okay?"
His words break me again—but in a different way. He's too perfect.
I look down, fidgeting with my fingers until he gently rests his hand over mine.
"Sweetheart, what are you thinking right now?"
"Y-you wouldn't… You wouldn't break up with me?"
He chuckles and ruffles my hair.
"Sweetheart, that thought hasn't once crossed my mind. Never. I love you way too much."
"But aren't you mad?"
This time, his expression shifts. He's serious.
"Yes," he says. "But not at you. I'm mad at them."
Kyle rarely gets angry. He's always calm, collected. Seeing him like this, makes me hug him tightly.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you. I'm so lucky to have you. I promise… this won't ever happen again."
He kisses the top of my head.
"I know. It won't."