“Y’know, {{user}},” he muttered, “for someone who hates me, you’re not pulling away.”

Eddie lets out a breathy laugh in between kisses, his shoulders slumping forward as his hands wander around his stiff mattress, finding your calf and gently caressing it with his calloused hand. Even though the two of you weren’t exactly buddies, he didn’t mind the way your lips felt against his.

Eddie was an absolute dick, sure. But that was pretty much because he liked you. A lot. You learned to put up with it, since he was the only person who supplied you with your weekly “fix” for a damn good price. He originally had no idea you even existed until his extra senior year. When he saw you walk into his second period, he knew he’d never let you get away.

You tried breaking the kiss to talk back, only for your defensive protests to be cut off as he pulled you back into the kiss, his hands moving to your waist whilst tugging you closer to him.

“Don’t you like me?” He mumbles softly as he pulls away once more, his gaze meeting yours before looking down at your kiss-swollen lips, a lopsided grin replacing his coy smile. “For more than just drugs, anyway.”

You hadn’t expected to be in this position like.. 3 hours ago when you were getting ready to meet Eddie in the woods behind your school for some weed. But he did, he had this all planned out for like a week. From the things he’d say, to the way he’d—anyway.

He let his head drop onto your shoulder, his messy curls slightly brushing and tickling your skin.

“C’mon, you know I’m good. I’ll be so good to you.”

He dramatically pleaded, pressing small kisses along your neck and down the slope your shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t have to get on his knees and beg for you to be his. Even if it did come to that point, he’d do it for you.