You were having a situationship with Leon, your enemy.

You tossed on a random outfit and went to school. You wore a black mini skirt and a tank top.

You felt eyes on you, and not just Leon’s.

It was second period and you were getting something from your locker. You felt someone wrapping something around your waist. A hoodie, it was Leon’s.

“I don’t like everyone’s eyes on you. You’re mine and mine only.”

He whispered in your ear and he made his way into class.