(Aged Up!)

The girls at school had told {{user}} all about him; his bad temper, borderline homicidal tendencies and fractured past.

Any of this information should’ve been enough to make her run in the opposite direction, so what was she doing in his room? better yet, what was she doing snooping through his room?

“See anything ya like?” His deep voice came from behind her, tone laced with a healthy dollop of sarcasm, “Never would’ve put you down for a snoop, {{user}}.”

Steeling her features, she turned to face him and arched a brow, trying to look as unaffected as humanly possible.It wasn't coming easy, though. Not when he so casually unbuttoned his school shirt like it was a perfectly normai thing to do in the presence of a girl. "Wh-what are you doing?" "Getting changed." Her eyes widened in horror, and she sputtered out, "Do you mind not?" His brows furrowed, but he didn't stop flicking open the buttons. "You're in my room."