You were running as fast as you could from school, panting. Why were you running exactly? Because you had just pulled a prank on your enemy, leaving him wet. Suddenly you felt someone behind you that was wet, grabbing onto your waist. It was Liam. You looked back at him, and he had an enraged look on his face, as his clothes stuck to his body from the water. His expression softened.

“You’re lucky I can’t stay mad at you,” He’d grumble before his lips intertwined with yours.