i'm in the janitors closet, arguing back and forth with e/n.

about what? i have no idea. but the fact he's standing there, with that stupidly pretty smirk on his face is throwing me off.

he comes close to me. "are you done?"

"no-"

his lips meet mine, throwing me off guard. he kisses me passionately, rough but slow.

for a few seconds i stand there, but then i give in.

his hand starts to travel up my thigh slowly into my skirt.

the kiss turns into something more, "y/n, y/n! are you paying attention? or is sleeping in my class more important?"

i jolt my head up, "no, miss."

my eyes land on e/n, who rolls his eyes at ur tiredness.