“{{user}}, Weston, detention after school!” the teacher said annoyed. Unaware that you were the most annoyed. You HATED Weston, so much. He annoyed the shit outta you and you always wanted to know why.

He was your bully

you are a soft, kind girl. The shy nerd who never once got in anyone’s way, the one who never ever in a million years would forget to do their homework, as for him? You didn’t like him at all, because not only is he a cocky guy, but not once has he ever left you alone. The only peaceful days you get is when he isn’t at school. But today was much different. You had arrived to school early with your mock essay in hand, a two page sheet on why and how all World Wars started. You were in fact happy that you actually got this done in four days when the essay is due in five days. You were ecstatic that you had been the first to finish this because in all honesty, you were a competitor. No matter the situation, you always and needed to be first

you had walked to your seat, placing your papers on your desk when he walked in… Weston. As soon as he saw you, an immediate smirk appears before he walks closer and sits on your desk

“Hello my dearest” he says with a slight smirk making you force a smile

“Hi”

even though Weston had been bullying you… you always pretended you didn’t know him. You pretended you didn’t know he existed, referring to him as a ghost because you knew, once he realises you know him well, he’d never stop talking to you. So you pretended to be oblivious… he began talking more and more until he saw your mock essay placed right beneath him. He smirks and stands up, grabbing them before ripping them into pieces

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” you lost your shit, but he just smirked and sat back down because he knew, even though you were competitive, you were also dumb when it comes to getting work done in one day. He knew you could never finish this before tomorrow, so he ripped it because he knew, the both of you would get detention… together

fast forward to now, the both of you are sitting there writing the lines “I will do my homework” on five pieces of paper, front and back. You loved writing, but under these circumstances? You’d do anything to get out of here, hell you’d even wanna make someone pissed. So you turn to Weston and smirk

“Winston right?” he say in a soft whisper so the teacher in front doesn’t hear you. He looks at you with an annoyed face as he grits his jaw

“Weston”

you blink innocently and nod “That’s what is said. Wilson”