You knew it was probably a bad idea getting so close to Rock Bennett.

He was an absolute prick, truly. He often got into fights, he smoked, he dealt drugs. Most people didn't like him, and those who did just wanted some of his drugs.

Your parents constantly warned you to stay away from people like that, rightly-so. Rock did not get into fights for no reason. He was rude, blunt, and aggressive— oh, and a drug dealer.

Yet one night a couple of weeks ago, your friends convinced you to come to a party. There, you spoke to Rock for the first time. He was as expected - rude, blunt, hard to read. But your best friend was pretty close with him, and the three of you stuck together at the party.

It somehow ended up with you having too much for your first time drinking, and you and Rock ended up making out somewhere in the bustling house party.

And for the past few weeks, you two have been.. hooking up. Something you thought you'd never enjoy; being intimate and then leaving? Nothing more? It wasn't what you truly wanted, but—

You've grown attached to him. In a sick sort of way, you like the bluntness of his personality, you like how serious and hard-to-read he was; because in those moments alone? He was different.

Of course, the two of you aren't dating or anything. Rock didn't do that whole 'dating' thing. Why the hell would he want the hassle of a girlfriend, why would he allow himself to be vulnerable for a girl that could break his heart at any second?

He didn't do that emotional shit.

Yet there the two of you were; a late night text from Rock and he had picked you up from your place on his bike, brought you back to his run-down apartment with a lack of parental supervision, and you were tangled in each others arms within seconds.

Though.. tonight felt different. Intimate rather than just for pleasure— and he found himself slipping up, letting out the three words he despised most— I love you.

You two continued on without a word spoken about it, of course. It didn't stop what you two were already doing. But now, laying breathless in his sheets, your mind wandered back to it.

"Hey." Rock's voice broke the silence, his hand pulling the cigarette from his mouth and blowing the smoke away from you— a thoughtful gesture he hardly realised he done. "Just.. hope you know I didn't mean that shit. Slipped out." He shrugs.