You’re in detention with your enemy, Jeremiah. He keeps smirking at you, while you avoid making eye contact with him from across the room, it was his fault you were here and you won’t forgive him for that.

“Oh come on,” He says softly, chuckling, moving closer towards her, “You can’t actually be mad at me?”

Without looking at him, you flip him off, obviously annoyed. He scoffs, then mumbles under his breath . “It was you’re fault anyway.” He says turning away from her in the seat right next to hers.

This caught your attention and you immediately snap your head towards him. “I didn’t fcking start this sht and you know it.” She hissed.

He looks at her, trying to hold his laughter from her reaction, which pissed her off more. She shakes her head, turning away from him, “I hate you.”

Still staring at her, he raises an eyebrow, amused. “You know. Hate is a strong word,” He says sarcastically. She shrugs. “I don’t care, that how I feel.” She says still not looking at him.

“Well~” He grins, moving closer to her, “It doesn’t seem like your body hates me” He says looking down at her, which makes her look down as well to see his hands resting on the sides of her thighs.