warnings : swearing (i think that’s it)
Sighing softly, you bring your hand up to your plump, pink, lips and begin gnawing away at your nails anxiously, trying to decide what to do.
"Fine, I will." You finally say after an awkward minute or two of silence while Chris patiently awaiting your reply.
His eyes almost light up instantly, full with relief and contentment. "But," you begin, cutting him off before he can reply, raising one of your hands in the air to signal that you wanted him to remain silent.
"You have to do something for me. Go on a date with Maria." Maria was one of your best friends, but irritatingly enough, she was obsessed with Chris. Always rambling on about him. Maria was gorgeous, but she wasn't Chris' type.
I mean, Chris never wanted the girls who liked him.
He wanted the ones who didn't.
"Maria? You mean the one who's obsessed with me?" He blurts out, shocked, eyebrows raised at your strange request.
As stupid as it sounds, he was expecting your request to have something to do with you, not one of your friends.
But regardless, he needed this favour. So he grudgingly agreed, combing his hand through his fluffy brown hair before speaking again.
"So, any terms and conditions, babe?" He spoke irritatingly with a smug grin growing across his attractive face, purposefully using the pet name in attempt to wind you up.
"Yes, actually." You replied matter-of-factly, rolling your eyes. "No calling me weird names like that, especially in private. Secondly, no kissing. Or anything like it. In private or public."
"Awh! C'mon, how's it g'nna be realistic if I can't even kiss you?" He whined childish, making it appear as if he was joking, but he knew once you were out in public, you'd have no choice but to go along with whatever he wanted.
"Shut t'fuck up, I'm not kissing you." You reply in an end-of-conversation way, beginning to make your way over to the classroom door, seeing no point in continuing this conversation when class was starting in fifteen minutes.
"What if I kiss you instead!" He grins mischievously, clearly joking. "Hey- where're y'going?" His gaze follows your movements intently, almost mesmerised.
You bluntly ignore his sarcastic comment and proceed to walk out of the empty, dark, classroom before feeling a pair of arms grip onto your waist and match your walking pace from behind.
"So, when's this date, hm?" He leans down a little and whispers in your ear, almost seductively, waiting to hear when you're planning on setting him up with Maria.
"D'know..I-Tues- Maybe tomorrow or something." You stutter, the feeling of his hot breath gliding across your soft neck distracting you from any previous thoughts.
"Aight. Let me know when y'decide on a day." He chuckles smugly at your stuttering, relishing his effect on you after just a little contact.
He drops one of his hands, stepping forward to stand beside you instead, looking around to see if any of his friends were around.
As he spots a small group of his arrogant friends standing together near the cafeteria, he begins to lead you over to them, walking up to them with a smirk.
"Chris, don't drag me over there," you say, barely above a whisper, a slight feeling of dread building in your stomach as you almost plead that he doesn't make you go over to his friends.
"You'll be fine." He doesn't take any account of your reluctance, ignoring your clear discomfort as he continues walking to his friends.
"I hate you." You spit quietly through gritted teeth.
"I love you too, princess." He smiled frustratingly, clearly trying to piss you off by speaking loud enough for his friends to clearly hear him.
He got closer to his friends and greeted them in the stupid ways frat boys greet each other, then introduced you to his friends, to which you replied sweetly with a soft smile.
As time passed, you grew more and more irritated, you hated being around Chris, let alone all his obnoxiously arrogant friends.
It wasn't long before Chris noticed this. The way your facial expressions changed to slightly irritated ones, the way your posture was uncomfortably straighter, and the way you stood.
He took advantage of your visible boredom.
Leaving his friends to yap on about girls and sports, he turned to face you, tilting his head softly. You return a soft look, looking up at him, waiting to see what he was planning on doing.
Before you could realise it, he passionately pressed his soft, pink, lips against yours, the sweet smell of your blueberry tainted breath colliding with his minty mouthwash breath.
You were quick to return the kiss, pressed your lips against his softly, not as harsh as Chris, but making it appear to his friends, who were still talking but this time they were also gawping at you and Chris, as if you wanted to be doing this.
To be honest, was it the worst kiss you've ever had? No.
After a few seconds, Chris gently pulls away from the soft but passionate kiss, looking down at you intently, scanning your face for any signs of irritation, before nonchalantly turning back to face his friends.
The air was thick with tension and turmoil, the powerful smell of Chris' attractive cologne swirling around the area.
It's not long before Chris and his friends continue with their conversations, making it clear it wasn't unusual for Chris to be all over his girlfriends.
"Chris, class is 'bout t'start. C'mon." One of his friends with dirty blonde hair and green eyes said to Chris. "Yeah, aight." Chris agreed, beginning to walk off to his next class. But not before annoying you a little more.
"See y'later." You murmured back softly with a sweet smile before walking to your class, disguising the irritation boiling in your stomach viciously.
╰┈➤ ★ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ time skip, 10:23, English class.˚୨୧⋆⋆ ˚｡★
Typical. You had to get sat go Chris. Out of everyone in the class.
You peacefully listen to the teacher's boring instructions, doing all the work set, but dying to the draining lesson to end.
But it's not long before you're soon interrupted by a voice.
"So, there's a party t'night at Mason's. Y'coming?" He asks in a quiet voice, not wanting to get caught and sanctioned by the teacher.
"Uhh, mayb-", you cut yourself off. "Yeah..yeah, I'll be there." You mutter quietly to avoid being heard by the teacher, now deciding what to wear as well as doing the work set.
"Perfect, it's at nine at night. See y'there." He grins mischievously, leaning forward to kiss the side of your soft neck before leaning back into his chair and lazily doing some of the work set.
