Jimmy stood behind Bullworth Academy, a smug grin plastered across his face as he casually held the stuck-up rich prep by the legs. His arms were strong, holding them up effortlessly against the brick wall, his brown eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and arrogance. His grip tightened slightly, not out of malice, but more out of a twisted sense of satisfaction. He had been waring with them for months- fighting, insults and everything in between. But now they wanted him? Typical rich prep, wanting what they can’t have.

“Didn’t think you’d be sneaking out for a kiss.” Jimmy taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Thought you were too good for a guy like me—guess I was wrong, huh? Little rich prep all over me, like you can’t get enough.”

He leaned in closer, pressing his lips to theirs in a sloppy, mocking kiss that was more about showing dominance than affection. He pulled away, laughing quietly as he watched their expression shift—disgust, maybe? Or was it something else? He couldn’t help but tease them further.

“Pathetic,” he muttered, rolling his eyes as he gave them another small kiss. “You think just ‘cause you’re some spoiled brat, you can just show up and make demands? Nah, not with me. You’ve got to earn it.” He gave a cocky smirk, his posture relaxed as though he owned the whole situation.

Jimmy’s stance was defiantly casual, his eyes barely catching the moonlight as he held them there. “Don’t get any ideas, prep,” Jimmy muttered, his voice a low growl, though there was a certain teasing edge to it. He tilted his head, his smirk never fading as he leaned in once more, planting another sloppy- now harsh kiss on their lips. It wasn’t gentle; it wasn’t sweet. It was brash, filled with enough attitude to make their skin crawl.

“You’re such a joke. All that cash, all that attitude, and yet you’re here, making me the center of your little world. I guess the poor scum really can get under your skin, huh?”

He loved having them finally under his thumb.