You were in class, taking notes as the teacher spoke. As you're writing you get a message on your phone from your enemy, telling you to go outside.

You ignore the message and continue working, until he starts spamming your phone.

Annoyed, you raise your hand and ask to use the bathroom. You leave and walk outside the classroom, seeing Tyson standing there.

"What do you want? I'm trying to learn here." You say angrily.

He leans against the wall with his arms crossed, smiling as you get mad at him.

"As much as I'd love to hear you yell at me, I texted you for a reason."

You sigh. "What reason?" He smirks, getting off the wall and walking over to you.

He towers over you. "I want to make out, come on."

You let out a groan. "Seriously? That's the reason you spammed me? I'm busy, I can't do this right now."

You turn to leave but he grabs your arm. "When you were begging for me last week, you didn't seem busy."

You gasp, slapping his arm at his words. "Shut up! Fine, hurry up."

You grab his hand and drag him throught the hall.

"Thank you, sweetheart."