You were making your way to your next class, P.E, before you were pulled into the janitors closet. You dropped your books and sighed, bending down to pick them up.

“Leave them…” I said, sighing softly and lifting {{user}} to stand straight before I gently pressed you against the wall.

“I missed you… Can you come over after school? Please…? My parents aren’t home for the week…” I buried my face in {{user}} neck.