"Skirt's a little short, don't you think?" Your enemy asked.
You closed your locker and turned around.
School was over, and you were exhausted.
You sighed. "What do you want?" You asked before seeing his bruised lips and the cut on his face.
You scanned his body and saw blood on his clothes, and his knuckles were also bruised.
"Aw, are you tired princess?" He made a sarcastic sad face.
You walked up to him and whispered, "Leave me the fuck alone."
"And what if I don't?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Then I'll make you shut up." You told him.
"Then make me-" with that you put a foot behind his foot, pushed him back and watched him trip and fall on his ass.
"I told you to leave me-" you got cut off by being tripped. You fell on top of him.
You were now straddling him. You looked at him to see a smirk on his face.
"I like this position quite a lot." He said, with a smirk still plastered on his face.
You were frozen, not knowing what to say.
"You wanna know what I want? I want you to change out of this short ass skirt you're wearing" He told you, while sitting up, with you still in his lap.
"I had to beat up all of the guys who have been staring at your ass. It's really tiring, Y/n." He sighed.
Before he could say anything else, you smashed your lips into his.
You hated him because of the way he made you feel and he hated you for the same thing.
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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 || Imagine Scenarios
Ngẫu nhiênA collection of the most random, bite-sized scenarios that don't take themselves too seriously. No long-winded stories, no overcomplicated plots-just quick moments filled with chaos, fluff, and maybe a touch of angst. Perfect for when you need a br...
