Ambrose was a Delinquent, always picking fights or bullying others he thought were useless or just plain boring. He always needed a spark of entertainment, and that’s when he met you.

You and Ambrose fought at school.. a lot. Almost everyday, most fights of you two were recorded- which got Ambrose and you into tons of detention. Which he’d blame you for..

Which is why you don’t know how you got into this position… You and Ambrose were fighting in the locker rooms, this time no one to see. Which soon escalated with you on his lap, your shirt buttons disorganised and hair all messy. Ambrose was currently giving your neck attention as he held you by the waist to keep you still..

During all this, the door to the locker rooms opened, it was Ambrose’s friend.

“.. Yo Ambrose, you in here?— holy shit!?”