You're having one of your usual arguments with Justine. You're both locked in detention after he played a dumb prank on you. The minute the teacher leaves, you begin arguing.

"This is your fault!" you yell from across the room.

He is leaning against the wall, picking at an eraser. He rolls his eyes at your comment. You hear your phone ring. The teacher had hidden them above the shelf.

You're about to go get it, but Justine beats you to it. Your phone is now in his hands as he checks the display.

"Who is Louie?" he asked.

You tried to snatch your phone, but his grip is too strong. "Justine! Why do you care anyway?" you said. "What Louie and I have is none of your business." you add.

You watch his expression harden as his smirk fades. He places your phone on the desk beside him, but you keep your eyes locked on him.

Then all of a sudden, you felt a soft thing pressed against your lips.

"{{user}}," his voice rasps, "You have no idea," he whispers between kisses.

"How long I've wanted you..."