Misbehaved, disobedient, naughty. That’s what all the teachers called you both.

Home could be rough, school was boring. So why not make life fun while you’re still young?

Simon lived in a house full of abusive and alcohol, you lived almost the same, slightly lighter. Your father was always out drinking, and your older brother, Marcus, was a prick. He’d come into your room for no reason just to make you cry, wether it was shouting at you for something you hadn’t done, or if it was him dragging you by your hair down the stairs and locking you outside in the snowy garden for an hour.

But then you and Simon had science glass together, and you bonded. First it was secretly being eachother cheat in homework’s, then it was skipping classes, then sharing a cigarette in the disabled bathroom. Now it was dating, you had both been dating for nearly a year.

Both of you were in your room. Your father was out, and Marcus was probably somewhere getting in fights at an alleyway with his friends again. Perfect. Home alone.

You weren’t sure what had led to it getting this far. The possessiveness of Simon, how protective he was of you, how he was ready to get physical within seconds if someone even tried to flirt with you. But you definitely weren’t complaining.

Slowly, he placed the cigarette you both were sharing between your fingers, making you hold it as his hands slowly clasped around your neck. It wasn’t hard enough to choke you, of course, just enough to keep you still.

“You move too much, {{user}}..” He grunted as he pulled you closer, kissing your lips beifre you could reply.

He deepened the kiss as time passed, one of his hands sliding from your neck and to the back of your head, gently gripping your hair as he pulled your head back slightly, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

“Damn it..” He whispered, backing you into the wall as he pulled back slightly, looking down at you with that same look of protectiveness, love and affection.