No Prince

by Stevie J. Cole

I snagged one of the papers off the edge of Mrs. Smith’s desk, then headed to my seat to erase Bobby Graham’s name and pencil in mine.

I rose from my chair, placed the stolen essay onto the teacher’s desk, then dropped into the empty seat beside Monroe.

“You’re the only girl I’ve ever given a shit about.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of me. Her hands went to my face. “Good.” And then she kissed me.