AU
WTE⚠️: angryish sex, continuously saying they hate each other, yes they're both 18 in this, they do it in a class room, they "hate" eachother, rough sex, marks
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~Skeppys POV~
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"Dude what the fuck!" I exclaim, shoving bad away from me with both arms, face stinging with annoyance.
A few stray students who haven't gotten to class yet look over at us for a brief moment before minding their business and heading to their respective classes.
"Language, you have no business acting like this after-" He replies, looking angry and stepping closer again.
"Oh after fucking what, hanging out with MY friends? We share friends dumbass!" I exclaim, shoving him again.
"You literally are friends with everyone, can't you hangout with them instead of stealing the few people I have to hang out with?" He scowls, pushing me back and basically slamming me into a wall.
My back hurts and all I can think to do is swing, which makes contact and he basically lunges for me.
We're fighting now, throwing punches and receiving them at about the same amount, until someone shouts, "hey! No fighting!"
A teacher. Bad and I stop and look over, exchanging a quick “oh shit” glance. "Office. Both of you. Now." The teacher states, walking us to the office.
I groan and oblige, dragging my feet. Eventually we make it and are sat in front of the principal.
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After what felt like hours of being lectured, our principal sighs. "You boys have never had a single positive interaction. What happened? Why do you have each other so much?" She asks.
"I'm not answering that." I scoff, leaning back in my seat and rubbing a spot that's sure to bruise soon.
"I figured as much, but I'll be sending the both of you to detention for three hours after school. I was going to give it to you no matter what you said. You fighting in the halls is unacceptable."
"You're not serious?" Bad asks, eyes widening. "I very am. She will escort you to the classroom you'll be having detention in." She states with a blank face and points to her vice.
I groan and get up, dragging my feet again as I make my way —followed by bad— to the classroom the vice is leading us to.
"No leaving or you'll get more detention with extra supervision tomorrow." She states before basically shoving us inside and closing the door.
"Fucking great." I mutter mostly to myself, noticing this is the boys locker room. "Can you quit swearing already?" Bad grumbles.
"Why? Does it fucking bother you?" I say, dropping my backpack and turning to face him with a smirk, the cuss wasn't necessary, but I feel like bothering him.
"It does. Knock it off." He states, leaning against a nearby wall after dropping his own bag off.
"It's just a word bitch boy." I basically laugh. He shoots me a glare. "Fuck fuck fuck." I say to piss him off more.
