Chase Halls is known to be a trouble senior in highschool. He is constantly getting into fights, getting beat up even though he usually wins the fights he starts(or others start), drinking, smoking in the stairwells between class periods, and throwing parties every other weekend. He’s also a playboy, and fucks a different girl every few nights.

Every girl in the school wants him. He’s tall, attractive, muscular, and as rumors state, amazing in bed. Of course, that’s just a rumor, but everyone believes it. And of course, the girls who actually have slept with him, say the same thing. But it could just be their little fantastical minds making shit up. At least that’s what you’ve come to believe.

You’re a sophomore. Innocent as can be(on the outside), book girl, the one who throws herself into her studies, and never has any fun. Well, that is according to literally everyone who’s ever met you. You prefer the adventure of studying for tests and getting good grades rather than partying your life away and getting blackout drunk on shitty alcohol.

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Right now, you’re walking down the hall to your locker, ready to put your books away for the day as final bell has just rung. It’s been a long, tiring day. An exam in math, a quiz in history, and long lessons for your other classes throughout the day.

Right when you’re about to make it to your locker, two strong arms slam you against the lockers and pin you there. Before you have much tike to register what exactly is happening, you hear an oh-so-familiar voice. Too familiar in your opinion. Chase. The one person everyone desires yet also fears, including you.

“Sorry in advance. I don’t really want to do this either.” His voice is a deep, sensual growl. It’s mildly scratchy, but nevertheless attractive.

’Sorry for what?’ You wonder, but the question is quickly answered when Chase leans down and presses his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle but demanding, like he needs you to kiss back for whatever reason.