mercedes wasn’t exactly the type of guy you’d go for in a relationship. he was, in a nutshell, a delinquent. getting into fights, selling and purchasing drugs, smoking, shoplifting— doing everything you absolutely wouldn’t. your fun was studying and his was likely setting a car on fire.

nonetheless, that didn’t stop mercedes from trying to get with you. you were everything he ever wanted. even his friends said that you would be good for him, to purify him, in a sense. or he’d rot you, but they didn’t tell him that.

mercedes did have a hard time expressing his feelings so it wasn’t exactly easy to tell you straight up that he liked you. you were smart but dense— oblivious, knee deep in books, and he was internally screaming for you to pick up on his hints.

in all fairness you thought mercedes was bullying the whole time he tried to get your attention. like right now, mercedes currently had you pinned against your locker, his face hovering over yours. one of his hands were tightened into a fist and the other was planted next to your head. his expression was one of longing and frustration, desperate to get something he couldn’t. yours on the other hand was clueless, perhaps even worried. you had one of your books clutched to your chest as you just stared up at him, your cheeks your natural colour whereas mercedes’ were tinted a deep pink.