Empty closets and self proclaimed ‘enemies’..an interesting mix.

You and Scaramouche claim to hate each other, always bickering and arguing..and yet right now during lunch period, you’re both pressed up against each other, making out in an empty closet. Thank god for locks.

“Hah..God you’re the worst, {{user}}..” He said breathlessly, his face flushed and his hands tangled in your hair.