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being friends with eli and demetri ever since we sat at the same 6th grade math table was actually the best. i had never had a boy best friend before, let alone two that i could really be honest with. and honest meaning honest. about everything under the sun, and we promised to never judge each other for what we said in confidence. even though i usually hated it when people did this without asking, i loved hearing their opinions on things. getting to hear the other gender's side of the situation was amazing, so i could get a glimpse into men's mind. especially for crushes was it very helpful.

but after eli turned all hard-ass with the red mohawk and unearned confidence, things went downhill. demetri stopped talking to me as well, distancing himself from everyone, so i was left with no one else to cling onto, which made me an easy target for bullying by kyler and his friends. i got bullied everyday, even more so then before since hawk joined their group and projected his insecurities onto other people.

i couldn't stand up for myself because hawk would just embarrass me even more. i just wished i could punch them all in their teeth, but obviously i would be expelled so i keep all my feelings inside.

i was getting my books out of my locker about to head to my next class across the campus. when i had put my bag away and grabbed my books i slammed my locker closed and started walking away when i heard a familiar deep confident voice coming from behind me that i could recognize anywhere.

"where are you going, princess?" he always called me princess even if it didn't mean anything to either of us. it was sort of an inside joke between the three of us, me calling them princess mire than they did me. but using our past jokes to ridicule and old best friend was something i never thought hawk would stoop so low to.

i sigh and turn on my heels to face him. i was expecting to see all of his friends there but it was only him this time. looking up at him, he had a smug expression on his face that he only did when he was about to do something rude or disrespectful.

"eager to go to your next class?" he snickers at his own joke, which wasn't even funny. the audacity this man has to say something like that when he used to be binary best friends with me and demetri.

"no it's just really far away. the chemistry classes are all the way across campus." my books are falling out of my hands so i adjust myself so they fit better, but he snatches the science book out of my hands before i could react and starts flipping through the pages.

"you mean this chemistry?" he sneers, stopping on a page, pretending to read it, moving up his pretend glasses and ripping it out before dropping it on the ground dramatically. i remember eli being such a drama queen all the time so i'm glad to see some of his old traits still are present in his personality, even if they were bad. it reminded me that eli was still in him, deep down. he slowly rips out page by page, and i look at the clock on the wall slowly coming to the end of passing period and the beginning of chemistry. i am about to be tardy for class and have to buy a whole new chemistry book. the last page he rips out of my book and crumples it up and hands it back to me, and we brush hands for a short moment of time which makes my cheeks heat up, before realizing who i was thinking about. he walks away shortly after with the chemistry book still in his hands.

i stare at him as he walks away, before un-crumpling the paper to see which page he ripped out and gave back to me. it had writings on it, obviously, but not textbook writing. his writing. i could recognize it anywhere, and i just so happen to see it right in front of my eyes that wrote 'meet me after class.' how he managed to write that down without me seeing, i'll never know. but what i do know is im scared to see what's gonna happen after chemistry.

i knew i would be nervous, and nervous i was. sitting in my chair constantly looking at the clock, my breath hitched every time the clock moves the large hand indicating another minute passing by. my leg is shaking and i'm unable to focus in class. i guess i couldn't anyway since i didn't have a textbook but we were just watching a short video about compounds and elements which i had already learned in 8th grade. my heart and thoughts were racing and i was biting my nails, which i only do when im anxious.

the dreaded bell rang throughout the classroom meaning it was time for class to end, finally, but it also meant i had to meet him. i had been dreading it for an hour and i can't even imagine what he's about to do to me. 

he actually didn't specify where he wanted to meet but i would rather not know so i had an excuse not to see him. i head over to the handicapped bathroom so i could have some privacy and room to breathe. i stand in front of the mirror with my hands rested on the sink. the door opens and as im about to say that it's occupied and being used at the moment, i glance over to see the signature mohawk that i worry about seeing everyday.

i try to walk past him and get out of this situation while i can but he puts his hand on my chest and pushes me backwards.

"trying to escape me, princess?" he says with a coy smile, closing the door and locking it behind him before leaning on the door while crossing his arms.

that word. that damn word drives me absolutely crazy every time and i can't act on it or say anything because he hates me for no apparent reason. but i hate him back, i hate him i hate him i hate him, with every single bone in my body i wish him dead. he made high school hell for me and he probably doesn't have any remorse for what he did to my mental and physical health. but do i really hate him? i really just hate the new him. i was really in love with the old hawk, eli. his stupid grandpa sweaters and his math books he carried around all day. when he started to be a jerk i thought i had lost feelings but something in me still felt like he was the same old nerd he was before.

"what do you want?" i look down at my shoes trying to avoid eye contact. he walks over to me and i see his arm move up swiftly which makes me flinch slightly. he gently lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. his jaw clenches so hard he could have broken some teeth.

"i can tell you aren't excited to see me." he lowers his hand back to his side. "you look really pretty today you know." he says that no nonchalantly like it doesn't make me want to pass out. i can feel the crimson blood rise into my cheeks and i start picking at my cuticles in nervousness.

"why did you even want to meet me here? stop wasting time and get to the point." i look down for a second at his shoes and back up into his eyes and i notice he was staring at my lips for a second. i might be delusional sometimes but it was like he was trying to make it look obvious almost. he steps closer to me backing me up onto the wall.

he doesn't reply for a second. "sorry, i can't focus when you look at me like that." hawk ignores my question. "honestly, i lied before. you don't just look pretty. you look so fucking hot." that sentence makes me shiver with anticipation, and i squirm a little. "i can't believe it took me all these years to figure out how i truly feel about you."

i don't know how to react so i just stare into his eyes, occasionally glancing at his lips. i clear my throat and bite my lip which he notices right away. "what do you mean?" i say softly, my voice quiet compared to his loud and confident words. his hands slither onto my waist and he looks deeply into my eyes. his cold touch makes my shiver and goosebumps form everywhere he grabs. "can i kiss you?" he says, his voice low and hoarse you could barely hear it, like he's trying to be sneaky.

i nod slightly but that's not enough for him. "don't worry, it's just you and me here. don't be so shy." i feel dizzy like im about to pass out. is this real? "yes.." i glance at his lips and lick mine slightly. i look back up at him. "kiss me," i finally say, with a little more confidence in my voice. the tension grows thicker and thicker as the seconds go by and he doesn't do it. finally he hastily connects our lips together.

we kiss for just a second until i pull away, my lips hovering just close enough to his. "we- we can't do this"

his eyebrows narrow and he smirks. "do you want me to stop?" he questions.

"i just.. i don't know, what if people find out?"

"i don't care about that. is anyone here right now? is the door unlocked and can anyone just walk in? are there any cameras in this bathroom?" he takes a step closer to me and i nod my head no, somehow coming even closer to me which i didn't think was possible. he nods his head, agreeing with his own words "now, let me ask again. do you want me to stop?" his husky voice was enchanting, and it was hard to focus when he made me act like this.

i nod my head vigorously. "i'm gonna need a verbal answer, princess."

"yes.." he looks me up and down with his dead eyes before kissing me again, his hands tracing the curves of my body. my hands move up to his collar, pulling him closer into me in desperation for more. he pushes me more into the cold wall, making me squeal in surprise. my hands travel from his collar to his neck where i wrap my arms around him. i bite his lower lip, making him let out a small groan.

we pull away for air. through his heavy breathing he quietly but confidentially says "i like the taste of your lips on mine." he pauses for a moment looking into my eyes before gasping slightly and going to pull something out of his pocket. "i remembered how much you love chocolate so i bought you these."

he hands me a hersheys bar and a smile slightly before putting it in my school bag. "i love it," i say contently. "but.. why do you do all of this so suddenly?"

"i had realized i loved you all the way back in 7th grade but i was too scared to admit it, and when we got into high school there were so many more guys for you to talk to and i started to get jealous of you. so i turned into an asshole to distract myself. i thought it would work but it only made the feelings stronger." he spills his words out with love and i smile slightly.

the bell rings before i could get out a reply. i sigh discontent that we have to leave but happy at the same time because the love of my life finally admitted he likes me and hopefully i'll stop getting bullied. i pick up my school bag and as we were about to leave he stops me and plants a small light kiss on my nose. "we should do that again sometime, princess."

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a/n: hopefully you liked that lol it was kinda hard for me to write that but i read it back and i really enjoyed it. i kinda see this prompt everywhere but i wanted to try it myself and if you don't like it you can always skip.

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