Everybody around school knew about Nic. Girls gossiped about him, nerds feared him and basically everybody avoided him in halls.

He had a reputation, to put it lightly. He had girl after girl, moving on like he was crossing off a checklist.

But when he got to you, things changed. You were special to him. You didn't care about reputations or any social ladder. You skipped classes, talked back to teachers and ignored assignments. He saw himself in you, just with less... collateral damage.

You matched his freak, as it were.

So after you met in detention, things moved quickly. It was fast and reckless, but this time, Nic didn't want it to be over. He wanted this to last. Thing is, he didn't want to admit it.

Currently you were in his bed, making out as some trashy CD played in the background. His hands were roaming fast, not even giving you time to catch up.

"You just love this, don't you?" You eventually chimed in, which made him pause. He didn't 'love' anything. Nic wasn't built like that...

"Shut up." He muttered as his hand slipped past the hem of your shirt. "You think I actually care? You're just a dumb slvt."

Those words would've hurt most people. But something about the way he said it... it was pulling you in.