summary; you’ve been writing hate love emails about sophia for a while and never send them but one day she gets you so angry you write one and accidentally send it, then she sees it and yall fuck
disclaimer: smut, sesbian lex, academic lovers, hate sex, aggressive make out, no aftercare, idk
a/n: @mxl633 i’m SO sorry this is late but here u go ml
(not proofread same as my other works)
(um also this was rlly rushed at the end u can see it 😭)
now, you and sophia have been rivals ever since.. primary. yeah.
and you know it’s ridiculous, but she’s just so much more smarter than you, more perfect, more hot.. more everything.
so this is how you started to write emails. well, emails, more like letters but just digitally.
you would write them and say how you hate how perfect her face is, how her v-line shows just a little when she’s in pe, how her laughter is so fucking cute but you hate it so much.
you yearned for her some days, and others? you just wanted to smash her face on the fuckass curb. and it was obvious.
she also hated you. hated your perfect academic skills, and hated how you always seemed one step ahead.
now these emails would always be kept in your drafts. never seen to the public eye, never sent to her. it was just your little secret, like wring in a diary but instead its all just horny stuff and aggressive comments.
one day after having a test on chemistry, you were walking to lunch, your favourite jacket on and hands in your pockets.
cold liquid poured over your head, ice cubes slipping down your shirt.
“ha, your lucky i wasted my ice latte on you, y/n.”
did she just dump a drink on you?
“sophia!” you yelled, turning to face her.
there she was, arrogant glory and all.
“yes, princess?” she smirked, eyeing you up and down.
you just clenched your jaw, holding back the remark that threatened to spill from your mouth.
you turned on your heel and left to the bathroom.
god were you going to have a horrible day at school.
after washing out the coffee stained jacket of yours, which was now a light brown, you flopped on your bed. you were so drained.
you opened up your laptop, and then opened your email tab.
‘i hate you sophia laforteza’ you started.
the next day was a blur, well, until p.e.
at first you found out your test results, and you got a pretty good score. 90 was the best you’d gotten. you wondered.. how much did sophia get?
whatever, doesn’t matter.
as you went out the locker room to go to pe, sophia pulled you away. great, one of her pranks again.
“sophia, get off me.” you muttered, pushing away.
“uh, how can you say that?” she furrowed her eyebrows.
wait what? she must be high or something. typical.
“because? i hate you, sophia.” you scoffed.
she chuckled softly. “rich y/n, really. why did you send that email then?”
every muscle froze. every action stopped.
the email? she.. she’s making things up.
“what email? your going crazy laforteza.”
“but in page 3.. you said you hated how perfect i looked when i bite my lip when im focused?”
“i uh.. what.. what email?” you choked out, still trying to act dumb. you prayed it would work.
you finally decided to speak truth. well, a lie. sort of?
“you see i didn’t send that, it was my-“
you got cut off by lips pressing against yours, and suddenly you were pinned against the metal lockers in the changing rooms.
“even if its fake.. fuck, i just want you y/n.” sophia murmured, voice vulnerable for the first time.
you didn’t have words. instead you kissed her back, hands wandering around her clothed torso.
she moaned into the kiss, and her hands found the waistband of your sports shorts, and she was already pulling them down.
“tell me you want this.” she whispered.
you just nodded frantically. “yes.. fuck, yes.” you begged breathlessly, your mind ablaze.
she slipped her hand into your panties, and started fingerfucking you there, all the hatred and denial going into it.
“ah- sophia!” you cried out, not caring if anyone heard now.
“beg for it slut.” she said, voice hoarse. “beg for me.”
you whined. “s-sophia.. just want you, ah.. to make me cum!”
she nodded, fingers thrusting into your wet cunt at a faster pace.
“you want this?” she whispered hotly into your ear.
“yes! please, f..fuck!” you let out a groan as you spasm and cum around her fingers, hands gripping at her shirt.
she slowed her pace, and slowly pulled out.
“good.. good girl. made a big mess.” she murmured.
“please tell me we aren’t still pretending the hate thing.” you breathed out.
she chuckled softly. “no, y/n. we’re not doing the.. hate thing anymore.”
but before you two could share a intimate moment, you were interrupted by a scream.
“HOLY CRAP? SOPHIA? WAIT.. Y/N?” daniela shrieked.
“IN THE LOCKER ROOM? WHAT THE FUCK!”
lets just say you two had a suspension for three days after dani snitched on you.
