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Sergio tiredly rubbed his face, as he awoke from his slumber. After laying in bed for a little while longer, he got up and headed to the shower. After taking much too long in there he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. Leaning forward he looked at his appearance in the mirror. He tilted his head slightly, getting a better look at his neck. He chuckled to himself, as images of the night before flashed through his mind. The feel of her lips against his skin, still a fresh memory. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he began getting dressed for the day. He was already late, as per usual so he was in no rush. Simply slipping on his usual attire. Which consisted of ripped light washed jeans, a navy long sleeve Henley shirt, and his black boots. His shirt fit him rather snug, accentuating his muscular arms and toned torso. Following his usual routine, he headed down stairs and stole a pastry from the display case. This time getting yelled at by a family member. |
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Hannah pulled into the parking lot of one of her favourite coffee places. She knew almost all the staff personally, and they knew her. It was a rather wholesome experience whenever she came around for coffee, which was becoming way too often. She’d usually leave at the lunch break to stop in here to get more coffee and something light for lunch before heading back to school. Hannah got out quickly, heading inside and immediately feeling the rush of comfort surge through her at the warming scent of coffee and the freshly baked pastries they always had on hand here. Hannah stepped to the counter but got waved away, they knew her order. Smiling gratefully, she looked over at the barista, watching her gesture towards the door Hannah smiled. Walking through the door to the kitchen and behind the counter, she lifted herself up onto one of the benches, chatting quietly with the workers who weren’t busy. Hannah thanked the barista as she handed her the coffee in the large to-go cup. Saying her goodbyes, she left, hopping back into her car. Taking a sip of her drink, she smiled and pulled out of the parking lot, driving to the school. |
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Pulling into the school parking lot Sergio sighed. Another day of hell. They weren't even through the first half of the year and yet Sergio was sick of it. No students were out, seeing as he was at least half an hour late and class was in session. Lazily getting out of his car, he leaned back in to get his backpack from the passenger side. He caught sight of the beer case Hannah had stole. His mind once again running back to the events that occurred. He clenched his jaw, as he thought of the mark on his neck. Hannah really did a number on him, he really couldn't blame her. He'd left behind his own mark on her. As long as no one knew they had given them to each other, they were in the clear. Snatching up his bag, he closed the door. Taking slower and smaller steps, as he walked up to the building he dreaded. The main torture here being, killing students with boredom and monotone voices. He couldn't wait to be finished with it, but it sure was taking it's sweet time. Walking through the halls, he stopped at his locker. Grabbing a few things. Maybe he'd actually read something today. The likeliness of that were low. |
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Hannah sat in class, bored out of her mind. Tapping her pen against the desk, she sighed. The room was dark, some form of documentary playing at the front of the classroom. Looking over at her friends, she saw them looking back at her, clearly just as bored she was. Nodding towards the door in question, she watched them shake their heads. Rolling her eyes slightly, she turned back to the front of the classroom. Taking one look at the screen, she groaned quietly and put her head on the desk, wishing she was anywhere but this classroom right now. Hearing a voice behind her, she looked up, to see the teacher standing next to her. “If you aren’t going to watch the documentary, just leave” she heard him say to her. Raising an eyebrow at him, she smiled. Grabbing her phone off the desk and swinging her bag over her shoulder, she waved at him before walking out of the room. Looking at her phone, there was still a good 35 minutes left of class. Hannah walked around the hallway, leaning against the wall in a small alcove between two groups of lockers. |
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Sergio had made up his usual excuse to get out of class. He wasn't going to sit around as the teacher had grouped the students up. They already knew he wasn't going to participate in it, or contribute anything to it. Why they even bother putting him in a group, was beyond him. He had his bag slumped over one shoulder, as he scrolled through his phone. Barely glancing up, as he made his way down the hallway. They were half way through the school day and Sergio wasn't in the mood to stay the whole day. He planned on walking right out. It wasn't like anyone was going to stop him anyways. He caught a glimpse of someone standing between some lockers. He was going to just walk past them until he realized who it was. He smirked. He wasn't surprised to see her out here skipping. She probably did it as much as he did. Making his way over to her he stopped in front of her. He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head slightly. "Aren't you suppose to be in class Sherwood?" He questioned. His stance looked of one with authority. He was mimicking one of the security guards here in the school, that tended to do this a lot. He probably would look intimidating with his height and all if he wasn't messing around. |
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Hannah sighed, scrolling through social media, trying to find something entertaining, or mildly amusing enough to distract her for a few moments. It was the problem with skipping classes but not leaving the school grounds, there was close to nothing fun to do, other than some form of illegal activity, or had somebody who was fun to be around. It just got boring, which was why she always tended to leave and get food or go somewhere fun when she skipped classes, or school in general. Only sometimes she skipped whole days, but majority of the time she’d turn up. Hannah looked up from her phone, smiling slightly to see Sergio. She hadn’t expected him to be out of class, but noticing his bag, she guessed he was either skipping or just showed up, neither of which surprised her. She didn’t really know what to say or do, a pure result of their little incident from the night before. Hannah hadn’t bothered trying to cover the marks on her neck, her friends had given her a few odd looks about it, but nobody had said anything about it which was good, she wasn’t about to be telling them what happened. Turning off her phone, she watched him carefully. Adjusting the way her legs were positioned, she leaned off the wall, standing in front of him, looking up at him. Despite the fact he could practically snap her spine with two fingers if he wanted, he wasn’t all that scary. Sure, he was tall and strong, but he was just a little softy, Hannah knew that much for sure. It wasn’t like he’d done anything to make her think differently anyways. Smoothing the skirt over her thighs, she smirked at him. “And you’re just an exemption from that rule?” she asked. |
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Sergio pretended to act confused, his gaze flickering around. Then finally meeting her eyes. He shrugged his shoulder, "Well yeah, I'm Sergio fucking Reyes." He said sarcastically. He almost laughed at his own words, they sounded beyond cheesy. Although, they held some truth to them. He really could do whatever the hell he wanted with the title he held. Besides break the law, but thats beside the point. He didn't feel the slightest bit awkward around her, even after what happened the night before between them. He could easily ignore it and pretend it didn't happen, just like the previous time things got heated. Except this time, he'd have his fun with it. His gray eyes lingered on her neck, taking in just how many marks he'd left on her. He was of course content with himself. He half expected her to cover them up with makeup, like he'd seen plenty of girls do. He smirked again, stepping closer, he leaned a hand on the wall behind Hannah. He began tracing the outline of the dark bruise like marks on her neck. His finger only a soft feather like touch. "Where'd you get those, huh?" He asked feigning curiosity. He wanted to laugh, but held back. He looked like he was fighting back a smile, as he bit his bottom lip. When he thought about it, he had received some looks. Especially raised eyebrows from his friends when they caught a glimpse of his neck. They had bombarded him with questions when they got the chance, but he refused to tell them. They quickly back down after the second 'fuck off' seeing as they didn't want a pissed off Sergio on their hands. |
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Hannah scoffed slightly. She knew he was cocky but that was borderline cringe. It sounded like something she’d hear in an old action movie of sorts, but it didn’t really matter, it was rather amusing. He was so confident, Hannah guessed that it was well and truly to bring him down a notch. It was for his own good, well, that’s what she’d tell him if he bothered asking. She doubted it’d end the way she wanted it to, but if it got the point across, she was more than happy about it, plus it would certainly be highly amusing. Hannah smiled gently, softly grabbing his hand and looking up at him. A part of her wanted to just let this play out and see what happens, but it’d be a lot more fun to bring his confidence down a little. Not in a harmful way of course, but just enough so he wasn’t so up himself constantly. It wasn’t like she was destroying his ego, but she wanted to toy with him just a little, see what happens. Smiling softly to herself, she tightened her grip of on his hand, trying to mentally prepare herself for what was happening. Hannah pulled him to her, holding the side of his wrist against the cool surface of the wall next to her leg. Standing slightly off the wall, she looked up at him from under her eyelashes. Looking him over once, she smirked slightly, tilting her head innocently at him. “Don’t play innocent, lover boy. We both know what you’re really like” |
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Sergio's eyebrows pulled together as he watched her. He couldn't tell what she was up to, but he'd go along. It wasn't like he had anything better to do. He shamelessly looked her up and down, before meeting her eyes. He leaned down slightly, pulling his hand from her grasp he slid his hand up her thigh. Barely slipping her skirt up, his eyes trained on the soft fabric. He hadn't actually moved it much, especially not enough to see anything. He only did it to tease her. With quick movements, he gripped her hip and pushed her against the wall. One hand still placed on the wall next to her head. He smirked down at her. "Innocent and me don't belong in the same sentence." He shrugged his shoulders. He was glad they were alone in the hallway, or else this would be a tough one to explain. He gripped her chin lightly and cocked an eyebrow. "Lover boy?" He chuckled slightly. "I'm from far from that." |
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Hannah clenched her jaw, feeling his hand on her leg. Heart racing slightly, she was practically waiting for somebody to walk out of class and disrupt them, with her luck, it wouldn’t surprise her very much. Hannah’s breath hitched, her cheeks reddening slightly, before she looked back up at him, as she swallowed nervously. She didn’t really know what she was supposed to do in this situation, but it wasn’t one that she should have been surprised at. Under all her teasing, he had his reputation for a damn good reason and that was something she’d learnt quite early on. Looking up at him, pressing her back against the cool metal softly, the metal soothing her burning skin. Hannah hesitated for a moment, she needed to be careful with what she said, the last thing she wanted was to piss him off, despite how weirdly attractive he was when he got pissed. She looked at him, letting her eyes trail over him before smirking up at him once more. Slowly bringing a hand up to his chest, she grabbed a hold of his shirt, using the fabric to pull him against her. “Oh really? Well, I’ve only seen lover boy Sergio, I’m starting to think this other side of yourself that you claim to have isn’t as close to the truth as you may think” |
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