Two Feisty Women Trading Heated Words

Kiera was walking to her next class, rushing so as not to be late, as the class was on the opposite side of the school. “I can hear your heart,” she giggled, “it’s beating really fast.”
“Shut up,” Kiera said jokingly, “it’s your fault!”
“So it is.” Eva said, smiling; her eyes just as teary as Kiera’s. XXX Kiera had seen her occasionally in the hallways at school, but had never spoken to her, let alone asked her name. “I know,” whispered Eva, resting her head against Kiera’s chest, for she was to short to rest it on her shoulder. She attempted to turn to hide her embarrassment, but Eva stopped her; grabbing her shoulder, she slowly slid her hand across to the back of Kiera’s neck. She didn’t want her to let go. By that point it was nearly two in the morning. “I’m sorry,” she said, “…what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Kiera sniffed, “I-I’m just scared… She let go of Kiera’s hand, and began to walk home.