The popular boys had pushed you into a broom closet, knowing you hated tight spaces. You had been banging on the door for what felt like hours before you heart the sound of the door unlock.

You lifted your head to see Noah, your enemy, standing at the door. “The fuck are you in here for?” He asked before you rose to your feet and explained everything in short gasps.

He sighed and pulled you close by your waist, his head on yours, “I’ll fucking kill them..” he muttered under his breath.