I stand at my locker to put my books away. My First class is History. Great, my least favourite class. Don't get me wrong I love History, but in that specific class we have assigned seating, and I am seated next to the person I hate the most in the whole school. JJ Maybank. My brothers best friend.
John B and JJ have been friends since we were in the third grade. And because John B is my Twin brother, I have been forced to see this guy everyday of my life. It has not been fun.
I walk in and sit down in my desk, taking out my notebook and pen to get ready for note taking. That's basically all we do in this class, write down everything our teacher says.
"Hey princess." JJ comes in after me and sits in his desk, right next to me. I roll my eyes at him.
"Hey blondie." He glared at me. I have been calling him blondie since we met. Simply because I know it pisses him off.
"Can I borrow a pen?" He picks up my bag and looks for a pen without me even getting a chance to respond. I shake my head at him and take my bag back.
"No, you can not have a pen." He sighs and rolls his head backwards. Then he notices another girl and smirks.
"Can I borrow a pen, love?" What's with him and pet names. The girl blushes and takes out a pen for him. God, can't she see that he's only giving her attention because he needed something?
"Surprised you didn't call her princess. Thought that was like your signature pet name for all girls." I joke around trying to make fun of him.
"Not all girls, Only you princess." He gives me a wink and then starts writing in his notebook. I furrow my eyebrows. Why only me? I decide to lose the thought when the teacher walks in and begins the class. As he talks I take down notes.
There's only 5 more minutes left of class. I look over my notes and then notice JJ is still writing. I look at his paper and see a really good drawing. It's not History notes but it's a good fucking drawing.
"That's really pretty." I whisper because the class is silent. He looks up at me and then back down at his paper.
"Thanks princess." He smiles before sliding the paper onto my desk. "You can have it." I look down at the drawing. It's a princess. That boy did this on purpose. I let out a small chuckle before looking at him to see a smirk on his face.
Then the bell rings and I put all my paper and note books in my bag, making sure not to crumple the drawing.
"Wanna come surfing with me and John B after school?" JJ follows me out of class. I stop at my locker and her stops too, leaning his back on the locker beside mine as he watches me put my stuff away.
"In your dreams blondie." I wink at him as a way to say 'as if' he rolls his eyes at me.
"Fine, don't come. I'll see you at the chateau later princess." He leans in and kisses my cheek before walking down the hallway to our next class. Did he seriously just do that? And why do I feel happy about it? I shouldn't be happy about this. He is John B's best friend Y/n. Stop.
I walk into Spanish class and see JJ sitting at the back corner trying to balance a pen up right on his desk. We don't have assigned seating in this class so I go and sit next to JJ. I need to talk to him.
"What was that for?" I sit down and look at him like he is crazy. Cause he is.
"Hello to you too, mrs. I'm on a mission." He says in a sarcastic tone. I sigh and shake my head at him.
"You are unbelievable." I open my notebook and start writing down the notes from the board.
"Unbelievably attractive, is what you meant to say." I try to bite back a smile but it doesn't work. He is so right.
I feel something slide onto my thigh. Are you kidding right now? It's JJ's hand. My eyes widen and I gasp at the sudden feeling before looking around to make sure no one heard me.
"JJ what are you doing." I whisper and he shrugs.
"I don't know what you're talking about princess." Oh this is so not happening. John B is going to kill both of us. His hand slides up and I take a deep breath. Why can't I bring myself to stop him?
"JJ stop." I don't want him to stop. But I know if I don't say something, he'll know I like him.
"Why? don't you like me princess?" He leans over and whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Yes, yes I do like you. And I am so glad our Spanish teacher never pays any attention to our class.
He leans closer and meets his lips with my neck. He leaves a trail of slow kisses along my skin and I try my hardest not to show any emotion. He wants to get a reaction out of me. I just keep writing notes. Focus on the notes Y/n. I can't.
Eventually I give into his game. Standing up and leaving class to go to the bathroom. He was trying to get to me and he did. Fuck. He wanted me to do this. He wanted me to get all flustered and run out of class. But I couldn't help it.
I'm in love with my brothers best friend.
I walk Into the girls bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. And that's when I notice my neck. It's not too noticeable, it's only a little red, but it will be bruised within the end of the day. He gave me a fucking hickey.
The bathroom door opens and in walks JJ.
"You idiot." I walk over to him angrily, shoving his shoulders. He furrows his eyebrows as if he's confused. I point at my neck. "You gave me a hickey! John B is going to Kill me!" He smiles and puts his hands on my waist, pulling my body against his.
"So let him." He turns us around and leans my back against the wall, dropping his head back down and re-connecting his lips with my neck. This time there is no way I'm stopping him. He pulls away and looks me in the eyes. My eyes flutter down to his lips and his Do the same.
"Are you sure about this blondie?" I whisper, keeping my eyes fixed on his lips.
"Never been more sure in my life." He says before smashing his lips onto mine.
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