You we’re having a situationship with Zavier. You never understood the girls who’d done it until you WERE one.

You tossed on a black mini skirt and a tank top. When you got to school you felt eyes on you but not Zavier’s.

It was second period and you were getting something from your locker. You felt someone wrapping something around your waist. A hoodie. It was Zavier’s. He then moved his hand under it and squeezed your ass

“Mine.” He murmured