SEVEN

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by jenzing

by jenzing

JANITOR'S CLOSET- YOU
KNOW WHAT'S NEXT !

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MACKENZIE'S BLOOD BEGAN TO BOIL, she stomped over to her locker, all eyes on her as she ripped the bra off of the magnets that held it in place.

She quickly put in her locker combination, throwing her bra into the locker and slamming it, making an approaching Hayden flinch.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Wouldn't you like to fucking know?" She grumbled, grabbing at Hayden's collar, "What class does Johnny have next?" She spit out as Hayden squeezed his eyes shut, whimpering softly.

"Geology." He squeaked.

Mackenzie pushed him back by his collar as she gave him one last glare, intimidatingly walking off to the class Johnny was going to, Brynn staying behind and consoling Hayden.

Mackenzie stomped her way to Johnny's class, now ignoring the students' glares and snickers that were directed towards her.

After hearing the bell, signaling the students to their second period class, Mackenzie hesitated before continuing her journey. Whatever she had to say better be worth her perfect attendance.

She stormed into the class, the teacher being a little late, while the rest of the students sat in their desks. Mackenzie began searching around until before she heard a voice.

"You don't have this classroom, Kenz."

"I don't care, Carson. Where's Johnny?"

Carson pointed to the back corner, and Mackenzie followed the direction, grabbing Johnny's wrist roughly, pulling ehim out of the classroom as a few students began to murmur.

Mackenzie walked into the janitor's closet, which was, conveniently, right next to the classroom geology was held in.

"What the fuck?!" He asked, attempting to leave the closet, but Mackenzie pushed him back, preventing him from even trying.

"You leave me the hell alone, Johnny Orlando, and don't touch my shit ever again!"

"Oh," He smirked, "You didn't like the message that was on your locker, Mackenzie?"

"No, I didn't," Mackenzie growled as she gripped onto his tie that hung around his neck, "And I want you to stop touching my shit, Johnny, do you understand?"

Johnny nodded slowly, eyes traveling to Mackenzie's lips as the tension between them grew greatly. Mackenzie began to stutter incoherent words, as her grip tightened on his tie. Her feet became sleepy, pins and needles moving swiftly as she shuffled between them.

They were still staring at each other, Mackenzie into Johnny's eyes and Johnny switching from Mackenzie's eyes to her lips, continuously. Her frown etched into a sly smirk while pulling his tie to attach their lips together.

Johnny immediately started the kiss off with an open mouth, groaning as he entangled his fingers in Mackenzie's long hair. Mackenzie's hand was still on his tie, pulling it, trying to pull Johnny even closer to her, if that were even possible at this point.

Johnny tilted his head slightly to the right, Mackenzie doing the same as he pushed her against the nearby shelf, making the shelf full of cleaning items shuffle. Mackenzie pulled away, though, leaving them both breathless as Mackenzie sighed against his mouth.

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did anyone enjoy this chapter? does it feel rushed,
too short, non entertaining? lmk i wanna get better!

i went to a christian school for a while- they had
paddles to hit us with when we got in trouble.. 🤔
i almost got 'ThE PaDdLe' once but homie came
through and saved my ass 🤧 i wasn't writing
chapter 8 at all so here's chapter 7 & i'll post
again later or tmr lmaoo phat