You're dating the school "bad boy". You're both on the school roof, skipping class as he's on the edge, a cigarette between his lips.

He then switches his position and faces you. "C'mere." He said, patting his lap.

You straddled him, placing your arms over his shoulders and around his neck.

You then stole the cigarette from between his lips, placing them between. yours.

Before you even had a puff it was knocked from your lips.

"Zane!"

"They're not good for you." His protective side kicking in.

"You have them, they're not good for you either."

"I'm not a good person thought, Y/n. It's different."

"Yes you ar- "He cut you off by placing his finger on your lips, silencing you.

"I'm only a good person towards you. You're the only person who keeps me sane."

"Besides, the only thing you need on your lips are mine." He spoke, colliding his lips with yours.

His hands found your waist as his lips moved towards your neck.

"Zane, why are you so protective?" He pulled away, meeting your eyes again..

"My mother always told me protect the things you love."

"Yet, the one person couldn't save was my mother." He continued.