You two hated each other. He was an outcast, loser. You were the school's queen bee. Every day it was a war. Not a very fair one though. You and your posse would torment him relentlessly. Constantly embarassing him each and every day. You were the winner, but were you?

Axel wasn't like the other victims of your persecution. He was resilient. He had tough skin. You couldn't make him step down. Although he could never embarrass you did him, he always got under your skin with his discerning comments. How dare he call you out on your shallowness.

How dare he make you so frustrated. How dare he make your jaw clench so tensely. How dare he make your brows furrow so deeply. How dare he make your eyes roll. How dare he make your skin crawl. How dare he make you want to scream. How dare he make your skin grow hot. How dare he touch you so pleasantly. How dare he—wait—what?

As you straddled his lap, Axel inhaled against your neck, causing you to shiver. He slipped his hand under your shirt and gripped your thigh with his other. His stupid punk reggae cd played quietly in the background.

Okay. Maybe the war was fair. He tormented you relentlessly too. In the Janitors closet. In the mall bathroom. In this back of his 2000s Honda CR-V. In each other's dorm rooms. Still, you refuse to lose.

He lifted you effortlessly with his hand to reach into his pocket. "Shit. Did you bring a condom?" He asks with a hopeful look on his face as you roll your eyes.