You’re outside. It’s break time. The courtyard is loud, people laughing and shouting, but you’re just hanging around near the wall, enjoying the fresh air. It’s the only few minutes of peace you get all day.

You should’ve known it wouldn’t last.

Your enemy, Jax, walks over like he always does. He makes it his daily mission to annoy you. Ever since that stupid argument last year, the two of you have been stuck in this endless rivalry.

He stops right in front of you, arms crossed over his chest, blocking your view.

You sigh and look up at him, bored. Out of pure boredom, your eyes drift over his face and ears, counting his piercings.

“One…two…three…”

you mumble under your breath.

“…Ten…”

He raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

“…Thirteen.”

He smirks down at you.

“Fourteen,”

he corrects.

You frown.

“You have thirteen piercings.”

“Fourteen.”

“No, you don’t.”

He leans closer, invading your space.

“You missed one.”

“I what—”

Before you can finish, he sticks his tongue out, revealing the silver barbell piercing. He grins naughtily.

“What were you thinking, hm?”

he teases softly.