You and Tom never got along. So it wasn't a surprise that your rivalry landed you both in detention. Organizing potions.

At first, you two were just throwing shots at each other. He told you how much of a smart mouth you had, and wished you'd shut up. You told him to shut you up then.

It was like his eyes darkened, he walked towards you, slowly. He picked you up and sat you on the desk, standing in front of you. His middle and index finger on your bottom lip.

"Suck." He whispered.