"Okay, get outta my class unless ya got a reason to stay! Tryna blow shit up doesn't count," Mr. Wells glared at the boy in question he was directing the comment to, which was surprisingly not Charles or Henry. The boy, wearing a very obnoxious outfit striped purple and orange, huffed childishly but didn't say anything. You giggled a little and grabbed your bag, standing up to leave the class. You suddenly felt an arm gently wrap around your waist as you were standing up, helping you complete the simple task.
You were about to swat away the unknown helper when you heard a chuckle you'd familiarized yourself with during the class, "Want me to walk you to your next class, cutie~?
"Charles! Get your hands off of me!" You hissed, struggling around until you broke free from his grip just a couple seconds later. He simply giggled, and when you turned around he winked at you, "Learn how to keep your hands to yourself, you weirdo. I ain't into you."
"Leave her alone," Henry sighed as he walked by, though he made no move to stop Charles nor did he stop walking to see how things would play out. Even Henry left you to suffer!
"Aw... but you're so cute~" Charles chuckled, pretty much ignoring Henry's command. He brushed some hair that was in your face behind your ear, but you quickly swatted him away again with a huff as you started to leave the classroom, Charles following close behind.
"Don't touch me unless you ask first. Y'know, there's this thing called consent?" You gave Charles a deadpan glare, your voice deathly serious. You didn't want to have to seem rude, but personal space was personal space. If he couldn't respect your boundaries, there was going to be a problem.
"Hmm... okay then, can I touch you now?" Charles grinned. If you didn't know better, you'd have called him an innocent angel with that smile but you knew he was far from innocent or an angel.
"No," You grumbled a little, taking out your phone so you could check what class you had next. You didn't have another class until 11:30, nice! You smiled to yourself as you got into the lobby of the science department, happy to know that you would get a bit of a break.
"How about now?" Charles giggled, choosing a childish tactic to try getting what he wanted. You let out a loud groan.
"No," You let out another grumble, realizing that he was probably going to ask again and again. It was gonna turn into a matter of who would give up first.
"Now?"
"No."
"What about now?"
"No."
"Well, what about now?"
"No."
"...Now?"
"No."
"How a-"
"I said no."
"But what abou-"
"Ugh, fine!! But if you do anything weird I'm blowing the rape whistle."
Charles just laughed, and you felt one of his hands wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, "Aww, come on cutie. Aren't I a tasty treat~? Well... I know you are~"
"Ew! Hell no," You cringed, lightly shoving Charles to the side as a warning. Unfortunately, since his arm was around your shoulders, it dragged you along with him. You were sure there wasn't enough force to fall to the ground, but as your bad luck would have it, the two of you ended up tumbling to the ground. Charles was pinned under the weight of your body as well as your backpack, which you were awkwardly tangled up in his limbs as well as his stupid lab coat. A single pair of handcuffs had fallen out of his pocket, which he quickly grabbed and tried to put on your wrist. Before he could cuff you, you quickly moved your arm away and struggled around before managing to stand up. You made sure to get a good distance away so he couldn't grab your ankle or anything like that.
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