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.