"I hate you." you told your enemy, he brought his lips back to yours, kissing you roughly "One more time, love." he mumbled, trailing kisses to your neck, you gasped at the sensation, running fingers through his hair "I hate you, Adam Beckham." you forced out "Fuck, baby.. It turns me on." the bell rang, class started.. He pulls away from you, helping to fix your dress "Don't want anyone to see how much you 'hate' me, do we?" he smirks