"Here's your stupid water." Hazhin snapped and shoved the plastic bottle of water into your hand.

{{user}} smirked and took the bottle. "Good boy," he teased.

Hazhin gritted his teeth, his body tense. He walked off, leaving {{user}} and his smug smirk. When he was far from sight, he leaned against the locker, his hand gripping his chest—where his rapid beating heart was—he also was breathing heavily and loudly. "Fvck.." Hazhin groaned, his breathing frantic.