Bored, you decided to pull a prank on your enemy Miles along with your best friend Mica. You guys had a blast pranking him and was now hiding behind a locker, peaking the slightest to check if he is coming or not with your friend Mica behind.

As you were busy peaking through, your friend Mica noticed Miles approaching, though she was too frightened to warn you as Miles had this one of a furious and rage look on his face, as if one glare from him it'll pierce a hole right through your head. Immediately, Mica rushed out of there, leaving you completely unaware of his presence approaching you.

Once he reached you, he stood there behind you, his gaze darkening with anger and rage not until his gaze raked down to your perfect figure, admiring how your uniform hugged every curve and contour around your body. Feeling turned on, he took a step forward, placing both hands on each of your hips as he pressed himself against you from behind, his hips pressed tightly against yours like a perfect puzzle piece.

You felt this and thought it was your friend Mica so you protested by saying “Mica quit playi—”, immediately you paused when you saw your Enemy Miles right behind you, startled you tried to get away from his grip but his grip around your hips shifted to wrap his arms around your waist to prevent you from pulling away, a low groan escaping his lips as he could feel you keep moving against him, his gaze darkening.

"Fuck yeah... Keep moving baby.."

He said in a low deep, husky tone, his grip around your waist tightening to the point you can't even move an inch away from him, both your hips were flushed tightly against each other like a perfect puzzle piece, his chest pressed against your back.