You were detention, why? Well that's all Alex's fault. Your enemy. At least he got stuck in detention too.

He's smirking at you while your avoiding eye contact with him.

You are mad, and you ain't forgiving him anytime soon.

"Oh come on, {{user}}." He chuckled, softly.

"You can't actually be mad at me." He continues.

Without looking at him, you just pull out your middle finger and flip him off.

He scoffs before mumbling under his breath. "It was your fault anyways."

Oh that had done it. You snapped your head towards him.

"I didn't fucking start this shit and you know it." You cursed out.

He's holding back a smile from your reaction, which only seems to make you more mad.

"I hate you." You simply say.

He raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "Hates a strong word, don't you think?"

"Well it's exactly how I feel about you. So no."

"Well, well." He grins before leaning his face to yours. Awfully close.

"Your body seems to think otherwise.." He says, his gaze narrowing lower.

Your eyes follow his gaze to your thigh. Where his hand is tightly placed on.

Your breath hitches.

"It's been there. The. Whole. Time." He whispers into your ear.