You were the popular chick, the hot bitch everyone wanted to hook up with, with your neat hair, thights clothes, revealing necklines and a tendency of looking at people with the most smooth bedroom eyes ever. You were just every guys' dream girl —and hell if they didn't see you in their.. dreams—. Billy, on the other hand, was the collected and calm yet mysterious and completely brooding boy that always got average notes. The boy that would look at you and make you melt with just a slight tilt of his head, it was rare to see him smile, but oh when he flashed one of his smirks every girl would drop to her knees.

And you two were a couple. Voted the hottest couple of the school in last year's annuary, always reserved around people —showing just enough PDA to get the boys and girls seething in jelausy, as to which of us was directed will always remain a mystery—.

You were calmly sitting in your bed, back propped up against the headboard as you held one of the school's history textbooks in your manicured —and deadly— hands, you were studying for an upcoming test. And, how not, Billy was also there, practically an extension of your body by now just from how pressed up he was against you. His head was buried inbetween the crook of your neck and shoulder, his chest on top of your stomach and his arms wrapped around your torso, his hips and lower body laying buried between your legs as his mouth left open-mouthed and slow kisses to your neck.

Billy's gaze was almost non-chalant, as mysterious and brooding as always, as he kept his full atention on moving his lips so slowly and sensually over the exposed skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses to your pulse point —just where the skin of your jaw met your neck— as he kept his body firmly tucked against your own, his warm breath hitting your skin and making the hairs on the back of your hair stand up. He was clearly trying to get your attention out of the book and onto him, such a greedy bastard.