Damage is Done

3.

Adrian's POV:

"It's puff-puff-pass, not puff-puff-keep smoking it" Charlie rolled his eyes at me. Aah, I took one last drag of the joint and passed it to Caleb, the person right next to me. "You guys smoke, I'm out" I was high enough and something about smoking up with the school's head boy Caleb felt incredibly wrong. I mean, he's cool though.

"You sure?" Caleb looked at me after taking a long, satisfying drag. "Aight, more for us" he grinned.

The five of us: Caleb, Charlie, Sehun, Mark and I meet up right before lunch, every Tuesday on the school terrace to smoke up. Nobody is allowed up here but Caleb being the head boy has keys to this place for events and such.

I know, I know, we are 17 and smoking up. You don't like it, blah blah. Let me tell you one thing before you read more about me: I do not care. Now that that's out of the way, let me introduce you to me.

Hello, I am Adrian and as you may have noticed, the author will continuously switch between breaking the fourth wall and staying in character but even she has no control over me because I am my own person. I'm what you call 'high school famous'. This literally means nothing to me and everything to everybody around me (except for the four people next to me).

But it's not that bad, honestly. I mean, sure, girls throw themselves at me and everything but only because they want to. And I always support women wanting me. :)

"I'm gonna go grab some food from the cafeteria" I smirked "Gotta do something about the munchies. Even if it's disgusting food" If you're thinking 'wow he has no regard or respect for school' then man, are you right. I do not. I care about grades because I want to get the fuck out of this place but I'd rather you die mad about it than give any respect to any of it.

I pushed through the terrace door and made my way downstairs to the fourth floor, where the cafeteria was. As soon as I entered, I saw a bunch of dumbasses hanging out with other dumbasses. And in the front were some more dumbasses. Another thing about me, I do not care for high school tags such as 'jock' or 'cheerleader' or 'nerd', I hate them all equally because they are.....you guessed it...dumbasses.

Disregarding the line for food, I went straight up ahead. What? I'm hungry. Let a man be selfish about food without being so judgemental, thank you very much.

As soon as I reached the front of the line, I reached to grab a plate...only to find a...hand?

Geez, how high am I?

Thankfully, not that much because it was an actual human hand. The owner of the extremely disrespectful hand getting in the way of my eating, looked up at me. She looked annoyed at first but immediately averted her eyes as soon as she saw me.

I raised my brow, is she going to do something or will she just keep on being weird? "A-Ad-ugh" Oh my god, does she realise how stupid she sounds right now?

Squinting my eyes, I leaned in. I loved intimidating people and she seemed fun to tease.

"I'm sorry, did I get in your way?" I said, not caring if I did in fact get in her way. Food is important but messing with her could be a lot of fun if I play my cards right.

"N-no...I just..um-I just was getting the p-plate" I had to hold back from erupting with laughter. To be honest, she's actually kind of cute. I gave her a one over, making sure she doesn't realise it (not that she would even if I was obvious, considering how flustered she was). People were staring at us now, I am sure she was aware of it too because she looked around quickly to assess the situation.

I chuckled, she's just so.....tiny and flustered, its hilarious. Her expression quickly hardened though.

"Okay" she said, taking a deep breath. "You know what? Why don't you grab the plate and get the food, I'll get it after you" I could see she felt proud. Interesting.

Although I was confused about where she got the sudden confidence from, it was amusing to see her trying to stand up for herself. I grinned "No, thank you. Think I've had my fill." and winked at her, making way for her to get the food as I stood there, unmoving.

Observing my actions with a little surprise and hesitation, she sighed but probably decided to just get it over with as she came forward and gave the lunch lady her plate, asking for her food. I observed her. I could see how hard she was trying to not look at me and be discreet if she did but man was she failing miserably.

I decided this situation was interesting enough and thought of one last way I wanted to mess with her before I go on my way.

Holding back a laugh, I inched closer to her, to the point that she could smell the weed on me. That's right, I was going to kiss her cheek. It's childish and I am not proud of it but I am 100% certain this will keep her up tonight....which I don't really mind. :)

As soon as she leaned in on the counter to grab her plate, I inched closer... but at the very last second, she turned her head and I ended up kissing her lips instead.

Instead of being shocked like a normal person, I decided to own it. I kissed her properly despite her trying to push me away. Don't get me wrong, I do not disrespect girls at all but somehow...this felt right. Messing with her, I mean. Of course.

Despite her efforts though, her tiny frame couldn't overpower me so I decided to end this myself. Pulling away, I said "Oh wait, what was your name again? I'm sure you know mine" and smirked.

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