you and the bane of your existence, Wilbur, are in his room to work on this stupid school project when, next thing you know, it’s pretty much just a screaming match. “WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU JUST WENT AND-” you cut him off with your own yelling. “OH MY GOD, WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH?!” he looked at you silently while panting with adrenaline and loss of breath, and you’re surprised that you can’t hear his heart slamming against his ribcage. “i hate you.” he declared while stepping forward, giving you no time to respond to him before backing you up into the wall harshly and pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. “i don’t think-” you begin, but he interrupts you. “shut up.” before pressing his lips to yours again aggressively, kissing you at a slow but angry pace, you rendered helpless as his hands slither to intertwine with yours and restrain you further against the wall, his knee in between your legs so that you can’t kick him to escape.

(found the scenario by shriekismine on wattpad and minorly edited it, i do not desire to take credit for the plot <3 -creator)