Pace was the popular handsome straight A student, and your worst enemy.

Rumors had started going around school about you dating a guy. Which isn’t true. There is no one you’re interested in.

As you were sitting in class you started putting on chapstick. And one of Pace’s friends smirked before saying “I bet you need chapstick after last night”

Pace, walks in hearing this, his hands ball into fists as he clench’s his jaw.

”What does that mean?” Pace growls, in a raspy voice.