You were sitting in class. It was only a few minutes before you left but you couldn’t take it anymore. You stood up to leave when a strong arm pulled you down again.

„Don’t. Go.“ your enemy said from your side. He’d been assigned to sit beside you.

„You don’t own me.“ you glared at him. He smirked. „Oh and what’s so funny?“ you ask.

He leaned into your ear. „I suggest you don’t repeat that.“ he whispered. „We don’t want to have you screaming my name in class, right?“ cr: @togetherdelulu