You were shocked at his sudden motion. He pulled you in by your shirt and kissed you, hard, before you pushed him away. With his hand still gripping your shirt, his angered face stared at your confused one.

“What the hell was that for?!” You yelled and he shoved your shirt out of his hands.

“It was the only way to shut you the fuck up,” he mumbled with his bruised lips before walking back to the side of the room he was cleaning, the punishment you both got for arguing during class.