The classroom was louder than usual, students talking amongst themselves while the teacher prepared the next lesson. You sat quietly at your desk, practically swallowed by your oversized hoodie, the sleeves covering most of your hands. Your sweatpants and messy hair only made you look even more unbothered by the world around you.
Unfortunately, Freddie Mercer noticed.
He always noticed you.
The eighteen-year-old had made you one of his favorite targets over the past few months. He'd steal your pens, knock your books off your desk, make comments about your clothes, and throw insults your way whenever he got bored.
Usually, you ignored him.
Today, apparently, he wanted a reaction.
Freddie sauntered over, stopping directly beside your desk. He looked you up and down with a mocking smirk.
"I would never kiss or fuck ugly people in huge hoodies."
A couple of students nearby snickered.
For once, though, you didn't lower your head.
You slowly glanced up at him.
Your expression remained completely calm.
"Good," you replied casually. "Because you're about as exciting in bed as a bored cashier scanning groceries."
Silence.
The laughter died instantly.
Freddie's smirk disappeared.
His jaw tightened.
For a second, he simply stared at you as though his brain had stopped processing what you'd just said.
Then he stepped closer.
"What did you just say?"
His voice had dropped dangerously low.
Before you could answer, he caught your wrist and pulled you up from your chair, backing you against the nearest wall. His hands planted on either side of you, effectively trapping you there.
The entire classroom seemed to hold its breath.
Freddie leaned closer, his face only inches from yours.
"You think you're funny now?" he muttered.
You could see the anger in his eyes—but beneath it was something else.
Something unfamiliar.
His gaze flickered briefly to your lips before snapping back to your eyes.
He seemed to realize what he'd done and immediately frowned.
"Say it again."
His voice was quieter this time.
"Go on."
The challenge hung between you.
And judging by the way Freddie was looking at you now, he'd completely forgotten about the rest of the classroom.
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