I walked into school, keeping my head down as I walked through the hallways. I'd only been here for a month, but I already knew what the consequences of saying the wrong things were.

"Hey, slut."

"Who did you sleep with last night?"

"When's your porno being released?"

"Come on, babe, let me have some of that."

"Hey, Y/N."

"What?" I spat as I turned around.

"Woah, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?" Michael chuckled. I sighed as I hugged him.

"I'm sorry. I've had people hollering at me all morning, I thought you were just another asshole." I mumbled.

"Who was hollering? Who do I need to beat up?" he asked, putting me at arms' length. I smiled at him.

"You're not beating up anyone, Mikey." I chuckled as we walked to my locker.

"You sure?" he asked, leaning against the locker beside mine.

"Positive." I smiled as Steve walked up to us.

"Hey there, hot stuff." He smirked at me, making Michael stand up straight.

"Um, hey, Steve." I mumbled, looking at Michael with my periphery vision.

"You know, those jeans make your ass look amazing." He smirked. I gulped as I saw Michael's fists clench in the corner of my eye.

"Thanks?" I sighed.

"But I think they'd look even better on my bedroom floor-."

"Okay, that's it." Michael decided before punching Steve in the jaw.

"Michael, stop, Jesus!" I exclaimed as I stood between them. Michael clenched his jaw at Steve before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the school.

"Michael, what are you doing?" I scoffed. He didn't say anything, he just took my face and smashed our lips together. I was taken back but kissed back quickly as he pinned me again the wall. He broke the kiss and panted.

"You're mine. And I don't share, babe." He smirked, his eyes hooded. I returned his smirk.

"You don't have to. I'm all yours." I spoke, biting my lip. His smirk widened before he attached his lips to my neck.