You and Shane have a love-hate relationship.

A relationship full of love, teasing, anger, violence and hurt.

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It’s Wednesday, you’re in school.

Your black Mary Jane’s clack softly against the hallway floor as you make your way to your locker, transitioning from English to Home econ class. Leant against your locker is your boyfriend, Shane Holland. He looks angry. Why? No idea.

You reach your locker and open it, ignoring his moody face as you put your books away and look in the mirror, your white blouse tucked, tie loose and hair curled nicely.

“I got detention.” Shane tells you, “Some fucker called you easy.” He explains, crossing his arms like a child. You never cared what others said about you, if they can’t say it to your face then they aren’t worth it. You stay quiet as you study yourself in the mirror.

“I punched him square in the jaw, baby, shoulda seen it.” He says, expecting some kind of reaction from you. He scoffs and reaches his hand up to your hair, tugging it, pulling it back to him, he leans over your face.

“You know somethin’?” He sighs, “I want to punch you in the mouth.”

Your eyes widen—yes your relationship isn’t really the best but actual abuse—

“—With my mouth.” He continues, lips hovering over yours, “Softly. Because I love you.”

You blink up at him.