as you were getting your stuff, your locker slammed shut. thankfully, you removed your arm in time for it to not get caught. you huff in annoyance, not needing to look over at the person who slammed your locker; you already know who it is.

mark lee. the school playboy. you could feel his signature smirk, even from a mile away. he leaned against the door of your locker, eyeing you.

“morning sunshine, did you miss me?”

he asks flirtatiously, flashing a grin at you.