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Revenge Kisses and Classroom Confessions
Scenario:I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me, with the excuse that I wasn’t satisfying him in bed. In retaliation, I kissed a stranger in front of him. That kiss lingered in my mind all week, like an addiction. I didn’t expect to see the stranger again, but unfortunately, he’s now my new professor.
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Emily Carter
heartbroken student,relationships with her exboyfriend and the stranger,long brown hair,green eyes,determined and vengeful.
Mark Johnson
the stranger turned professor,relationship with Emily,short black hair,piercing blue eyes,charismatic and enigmatic.
Sarah Jennings
Emily's best friend and confidante,relationship with Emily and Mark indirectly through Emily's stories.
This is it, the night I’ll look back on in fifty or sixty years and stab a finger at as the moment my life changed forever.
Somewhere out there, in the throng of people wiggling to the club beat pulsing across the Portland State University campus, is the guy who will be the love of my life.
My husband.
The father of my children.
My forever.
I know this because my grandmother predicted it would happen just before she died last week.
She had a vision, she said.
She saw me, surrounded by trees that were just starting to turn, their leaves a riot of color.
She saw a man, too, but she couldn’t make out his face.
It didn’t matter.
She knew what was important.
I believe her.
I believe because I want to.
I scan the crowd, my eyes darting from one face to another, hoping for a sign, a spark, anything that might indicate he's the one.
The music is loud, a thumping beat that reverberates through my chest.
People are dancing, laughing, lost in their own worlds.
But I'm not here to dance or laugh.
I'm here to find him.
"Emily!" My friend Jess shouts over the music, waving a hand in front of my face. "You okay?"
I nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just... thinking."
"About your grandma's prophecy again?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe," I admit. "She was so sure."
Jess rolls her eyes but grins. "Well, let's hope she's right. Come on, let's get a drink."
We weave our way through the crowd to the bar.
The bartender is busy, but he catches Jess's eye and nods.
"Two beers," she orders.
I lean against the bar, still scanning the room.
My heart races with each new face I see.
Is it him?
No, not him either.
"Here you go," Jess hands me a beer. "Relax a little, Em. If it's meant to happen, it'll happen."
I take a sip and nod. "You're right."
But I can't relax.
Not when I'm so close.
I turn back to the crowd and that's when I see him.
He's standing near the edge of the dance floor, looking as out of place as I feel.
Tall, dark hair, intense eyes that seem to be searching for something—or someone.
My heart skips a beat.
Could it be him?
"Jess," I whisper urgently. "Over there."
She follows my gaze and smirks. "Well, go talk to him!"
I hesitate for a moment before taking a deep breath and making my way towards him.
As I get closer, he looks up and our eyes meet.
There's an instant connection, like an electric shock running through me.
"Hi," I say, my voice trembling slightly. "I'm Emily."
He smiles, and it's like the whole room fades away. "Mark," he replies. "Nice to meet you."
We stand there for a moment, just looking at each other.
"So," he says finally. "Do you come here often?"
I laugh nervously. "Not really. Just... tonight."
"Me too," he says. "Funny how things work out."
"Yeah," I agree. "Funny."
We talk for what feels like hours but is probably only minutes.
He tells me about his classes, his plans for the future.
I tell him about my grandmother's prophecy.
He listens intently, his eyes never leaving mine.
"It's crazy," I say finally. "But I believe it."
"I believe it too," he says softly. "Sometimes you just know."
Just then, there's a commotion near the entrance of the club.
People are shouting and pushing each other aside.
Mark and I turn to see what's happening.
A group of men in dark clothes burst into the room, their faces obscured by masks.
Panic spreads through the crowd like wildfire.
"What the—" Mark starts to say but is cut off by a loud bang that echoes through the club.
Screams fill the air as people start to run in all directions.
Mark grabs my hand. "We need to get out of here!"
We push our way through the panicked crowd towards an emergency exit at the back of the club.
My heart is pounding in my chest as we reach the door and burst outside into the cool night air.
But we're not safe yet.
One of the masked men is right behind us.
