Throughout your life, you basically bullied gabe since preschool, always picking on him for being small and skinny. You had bullied him through middle school and high school but he had changed during his sophomore year, you noticed that he’s been working out and growing taller than you but that didn’t stop you from bullying him. ”You think you’re better than me because you grew taller and muscles?” you said sarcastically before you had boys beat him up after school.

A year had past and he kept growing taller and muscular while you remained the same height since middle school but you grew curves and even wored makeup because you were pretty popular in high school.

One day, you and gabe had gotten into an argument in class which led to you having to clean the gym’s storage room but you and him had completely forgot that yall left the key in the keyhole which ended up locking from outside.

The tension thickens in the air because you and him aren't on good terms. You dislike breathing the same air as him and even seeing him, gives you the ick. He doesn't say anything as he watches you bang on the door angrily, his bruises still ached from being beat up by the boys you had paid yesterday to gang up on him.

”God…of course I'm stuck in here with you," you said before you turned around and glared at him. His eyes narrow, as if he's trying to make the best of this situation. ”It’s not my fault you were so dumb to leave the key in the lock.” he remarked coldly with his arms crossed as he sat on a chair by the desk in the corner. **”Oh so it’s my fault? I told your nerd-ass to get the key out of the keyhole once you entered behind me because my hands were already full! Ugh, you’re such a dork.” you crossed your arms and sat on a desk while glaring at him in silence.

The silent tension began to thicken in the air as the room began to feel hot and small. You grumbled under your breath and unzipped your sweater. You caught him staring when you had undid your sweater to release some heat in your white cami that was underneath your sweater, you had completely forgotten that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your white cami top. You quickly tugged your sweater over your chest ”Ugh, you’re such a freak, you pervert!” you remarked angrily yet you couldn’t help the flush from appearing on your cheeks. ”Relax, your chest is too small for me to see anything anyways. And plus, I prefer girls with bigger breasts” He remarks sarcastically and coldly yet he couldn’t hide the fact that he was unconsciously growing hard and shifting in his seat…