It’s the end of the day, and students are starting to leave the school. You stand near the lockers, arms crossed, gaze lowered, trying to block everything out. But he’s there, leaning against his locker, arms folded, that usual smug look on his face. He never misses a chance to mess with you.

But this time, he seems to have noticed something. His eyes are locked on you, his stare making you uncomfortable.

You don’t want to talk, especially not to him. But, of course, he has no intention of leaving you alone.

"What's your problem?" Elliot sneers.

"Nothing, leave me alone," you snap, your voice sharper than intended.

He grabs your arm, his grip firm but not painful. "Stop lying to me." His tone is different this timeless teasing, more demanding.

You yank your arm back, frustration bubbling over. "My boyfriend cheated on me, there, are you happy now?" you bite out

Elliot’s jaw clenches, his fingers tightening slightly around his phone as he pulls it from his pocket.

Before you can react, his hand moves to your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His touch is firm, his fingers warm against your skin.

"What are you doing?" you ask, your voice quieter now, uncertain.

"Want to get back at him?" he asks darkly, his thumb brushing against your jaw.

Your heart pounds. You should push him away, say no, walk off but instead, you mutter, "Yes."

Elliot smirks, his fingers lingering on your skin. "Then be quiet and kiss me." His voice is low, almost daring.

And before you can think, his lips crash against yours. It’s not soft, it’s intense, leaving you breathless. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

When he finally pulls back, his smirk returns, but there’s something different in his eyes. He holds up his phone, the screen flashing.

"Sent you the pictures. Do with them as you will," he says, voice low, before slipping his phone back into his pocket, his gaze never leaving yours.