(Enemies to lovers suggested by kesozarr)
((WARNINGS: Strong language, drinking, fluff, heavy making out)
"Kyle." You say as you step back from him.
"I'm bored." He says as he slowly steps closer towards you.
"You're not touching the stuffed animal." You say as you continue to back away.
Kyle looks you up and down. You're unable to tell if he's giving you a judgmental look or smirking at you.
You keep backing up until you're backed against a wall, unable to move anywhere else as he continues to step even closer to you with the same painful smirk on his face.
Soon he's only a few inches away from you.
He's right in front of you. You can practically feel his body warmth with how close he was now. Your bodies were nearly touching.
"I don't want the stuffed animal." He says as he breathes down your neck.
You can smell the wine in his breath and you just know this can't be good.
"What are you doing?" You ask.
Your heart is beating rapidly now. This felt so weird and you had no idea what to do. He was almost drunk. Probably was drunk.
"I told you. I'm bored." He smirks again getting even closer to you.
Your body goes numb and your mind goes blank as a million thoughts rush through your mind at once.
"This is crazy. I can't do this." You suddenly snap out of numbness and push him away.
"Do what?" He asks softly.
"You know what. Kyle. You bully me every single day. We hate each other." You say.
You felt so anxious and didn't know what was going on.
You had no idea how you were supposed to feel in this moment.
He slowly moved closer to you again.
"I don't hate you." He whispers.
"What?"
You felt everything change in that moment.
You had been both continuously hating on each other for years. He even said multiple times that he hated you and wished you weren't in his life.
But you had also said the same stuff to him after he first started to bully you. But it's not your fault. He was the one who started it. Blaming it on the smallest thing ever which was spilling paint on him that one time. You always thought he was the most dramatic person ever.
But you can't lie. You never hated him. You kind of had a small crush on him, you always found him attractive and he was always super nice to you before that one incident happened. He could choose to have been a better person, but he always makes dumb choices.
It always hurt you when he first started to bully you and ruin school for you. But eventually you numbed up the pain and tried to get used to it by bullying him back.
"Y/n. I don't hate you." He repeats.
You couldn't find the words to spit out. You knew it wasn't a big deal what he was saying but to you it was. You were so convinced that he hated you.
You know he could just be lying but most people are honest in this way when they're drunk.
"Then why did you start all of this?" You finally answer.
He doesn't say anything. He just moves even closer to you again.
"Kyle?" You say, trying to get him to say something.
He suddenly pushes you back towards the wall and rests his arms on the wall behind you. Leaving you no way to get out.
"Kyle??" You start to panic. He was drunk. And you didn't know what you were supposed to do.
He suddenly leans in to you and kisses you passionately, you could taste the wine in his mouth as his tongue enters your mouth.
You were frozen in shock, not knowing how to react as he continues to kiss you.
He starts to move his hand up your shirt but you don't stop him. The other hand moving to the back of your head as he pulls you closer to him.
Eventually you close your eyes and start to kiss him back passionately. You were enjoying this too much to care about anything else.
The two of you continue making out for a few minutes before he drags you towards your bed and throws you on it.
You land on your back as you fall into the soft pillows and Kyle makes his way other towards you on the bed.
He slams his lips into yours once again and you two continue making out. His hand slowly creeps up your shirt again making you blush hard.
He slowly pulls away from the kiss and quickly takes his shirt off before leaning back into you again to keep kissing you.
You continue making out for a long while until suddenly you hear movement in your driveway.
"Wait." You whisper as you gently push him back.
"What is it?" He looks into your eyes with desire like he didn't want to stop what you were just doing.
Suddenly you hear a car door and movement downstairs at the front door like the door was being unlocked.
"Shit!" You say as you quickly shove your shirt back on.
You hear the door from downstairs open and close, meaning your parents have came home.
"My parents are here." You say as you jump out of bed.
"So? It's not like they're gonna come up here immediately and see me." He says as he sits up.
"No no no. Kyle. They're gonna find out." You say as you throw his shirt at him signalling for him to put it back on.
"How?" He says as he puts his shirt back on.
"I don't know they just will. They always find out everything." You answer.
"Come on. I doubt they are gonna find out. Please just come here I wanna continue." He whines, you can hear the desperation in his voice.
Suddenly you hear footsteps making their way upstairs and soon enough right down the hallway of your bedroom.
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