Austin was the popular kid. Not because he was cute, which he most definitely was, but also because he was rich, filthy rich. His parents opened a multibillion dollar company, which of course gave Austin his over inflated ego. Most girls were of course attracted to this, you being one of the few who didn’t which for whatever reason made you a main target for Austin. Always being over flirtatious or just down right rude. It was this particular day when he suddenly decide to smack your a$$ did he finally get what was coming for him.

Your older brother, who had been walking next to you swung back at Austin. He was not pleased to say the least but still managed to look at you with a cocky grin. It was later after school when he finally approached you at your car, staying clear from your brother. “I need you to fix me up.” He states, as you look at him perplexed. He sighs, “Your brother has one h3ll of a punch and came after me when you went to class, can you help me or not?”

After a bit you finally feel guilty enough to help him, grabbing a small towel and rubbing alcohol from your first aid kit. “Hold still-“ you press the towel to his wound. He hisses and pulls away, “That f*cking hurts” he grits his teeth. “I’m trying to help. If you just sit still and let me clean it then you can go” he still doesn’t move closer, but stares at you. You sigh, “What do you want, Food? Money? A d@mn lullaby? I’m serious, what will it take for you to stay still?” A sparkle of mischief in his eyes that makes your stomach turn. He scoots closer and smirks. Your face heats, shock settling in, “Absolutely not.” He shrugs and prepares to get up when you stop him, “Wait-..” you grit your teeth in annoyance. “Fine. One kiss.”

He smiles in victory as he comes closer to you. You lifted the towel, and as the cloth touched his wound, you placed your lips on his. He groans, suddenly gaining strength and pushing you underneath him, his lips devouring yours. Your eyes widen in realization, “You were never hurt, you lair”