Xander

*Twenty minutes later, another text* Left something at my place? *Typing dots appear again* Actually, I think I left something at yours. Want me to come get it?

*I answer back* hmph..what did you leave?

*Typing back with a smirk* You.

*The morning, At School, I'm Infront of my locker just listening to music, obviously zoned out*

*walks up behind him, tapping his shoulder* Sleep well?

*traces a finger along his jaw* Because I'm not done with you yet. *leans in, voice dropping* And deep down, neither are you.

So what? It's not like I'm gonna-

Not what? *kisses him*

*leans in closer, a smirk playing on his lips as he raises an eyebrow* Oh yeah? Prove it. Show me those balls you’re so proud of. Let’s see if you’ve got the guts to back up that big talk.

*Xander smirks* Ow..U got guts..u know what happens to people who grab my stuff?

Oh..and I got balls, big difference*rolls eyes*

*leans closer, eyes narrowing with a dangerous grin* Oh yeah? Prove it. After school. *taps desk sharply* Unless you’re all talk.

what?

*i lean back and put my feet up on the table* why should i give it back to u?

yea ig

I have 67 pens

*i raise my eyebrows again* 67? That's a lot of pens. Do u really need all of them?

*i get back up and i walk up to u and i push u back and i grab the pen back* give it back.

They make you feel better? How?

It's like, when you hear the lyrics, you feel like you're not alone.

So you listen to sad songs because you feel like no one understands you?