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Sergio's eyes shot open, as he felt someone climb into his lap. He peered up at her, confusion in his eyes, as well as remnants of anger. The anger wasn't aimed towards her though. He shook his head at her, not amused by this in the slightest. He probably would have found this much more entertaining if he was in his usual mood. Right now, he was just irritated. Giving her an annoyed look, "No." He snapped. "What the hell are you doing? Get off, someone will see us." His tone irritated. Although, he made no move to shove her off. He glanced towards the school, making sure no students, or staff were out and about. He kept his hands on his abdomen. He wasn't going to put the effort into fighting her on this, or so much as moving her. Only proving more that he wasn't in the mood. He simply went back to smoking, ignoring her. Taking another drag, he tilted his head back so he wouldn't blow the smoke into Hannah's face. The motion only made a scar on the right side of his neck more visible. It looked like a slash going from under his jaw, down to his collar bone. It was slightly hidden by the large strange symbol tattooed on the side of his neck. This was a suggestive position. Except Sergio made no move to touch her, or even make a comment on it. Other than to get off him. Any other male would probably jump at this, making a move on the girl, even if they were in a bad mood. For some probably even put the guy in a better mood instantly. Not Sergio. Of course, he found her attractive. He would be lying if he said he hasn't thought about making a move. The thing was he didn't want to sleep with her, that would just make their game messy. Plus, she didn't seem interested in him like that. When he made the comment about people seeing them, it wasn't because he was bothered by it. He was looking out for her. He knew she didn't like his little stunt, so he would save her from the extra attention, if someone saw them. He preferred to keep his distance from her in school, anyways. They really weren't friends. Merely acquaintances playing a game. (Lol added some scars and tattoos for the fun of it XD) |
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Hannah watched him warily, waiting for some sort of angered reaction. So, when he didn’t have much of a reaction at all, it surprised her. She never once thought for a moment he’d take it the wrong way and try to make a move, it wasn’t something that surprised her. Hannah knew her reputation in the next coming days/weeks would likely rise and fall as Sergio’s likely would. She if she was now going to be labelled as a slut for a while, so be it, it’d die down eventually. Whether that was from people forgetting about it, or when she smacked the next person to make a comment about her. She rolled her eyes. “You underestimate how little I care about your ego or reputation. So, you’re going to tell me what happened so I have an excuse to not go back to class and seeing as though it was your fault that I’ve been copping shit all day from your little fanbase, you owe me one” Hannah snapped at him, glaring at him. She didn’t particularly want to be in this situation, with her on his lap, but she was there now and she just needed to make the most out of it. Hannah frowned, only just noticing the tattoo on his neck. Frowning, she wouldn’t bother asking him, she knew there was practically no way he’d tell her. Just like she wouldn’t tell him about hers, they weren’t close, it wasn’t necessary. Trying to keep her thoughts away from her current position, she noticed her mind wandering to the race tonight. Hannah knew she’d have a good chance at winning it, but there was the added pressure with their game, if she lost this race, it’d be slightly embarrassing for herself and her ego but it wouldn’t cost her the game. But on the other hand, lately, it seemed, the cops had been cracking down on street racing, especially ones with high-profile racers. Which added a whole other element of risk, Hannah didn’t want to risk a jail sentence, she had had too many close calls in the past, she didn’t want another. |
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That did it. Snapping his gaze back to Hannah, he sent her a deadly glare. A storm forming in his grey eyes. He shoved her hands away from his shoulders. Leaning forward, towards her face. "This won't do shit to my reputation. You're only bringing attention to yourself. You wanna sit on my lap for people to see, be my fucking guest." He spat out, angrily. Looking past her shoulder, he flicked his cigarette butt, onto the paved track. Leaning back again, on the cold metal. He tucked his forearms under his head. His gaze up towards the sky. He sucked his teeth, "I don't owe you shit, Hannah." He growled out, not looking at her. His gaze flickered towards the school. Waiting for a student to come out and see them. That would only further the rumors. |
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Hannah smiled, staying quiet during his little tantrum. Whatever he had hoped to achieve, she didn’t get it. She knew something, happened, whatever it was, it was likely none of her business, as he had clearly told her. But everything he did kind of just made her want to know more. Hannah doubted he’d ever hit her, she knew people were afraid, people made comments about it, but he didn’t seem like that of guy. Which meant, the worst thing he’d do to her is call off this game, but that wasn’t likely either, it was his idea in the first place. Partly entertained with the situation and where he’d take it, she nodded. Hannah sent him a fake smile, her eyes clearly showing just how she really felt. “Fine” she whispered, leaning over and grabbing her phone. Entirely to piss him off more, she settled down comfortably on him, unlocking her phone and scrolling through social media. At this point in time, she didn’t really care about whatever was going on, Hannah had gotten over the fact that he wasn’t about to tell her willingly, so there wasn’t much point in continuing on about it. Right now, she kind of just wanted to see where this would go. |
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Sergio huffed. He half expected that to get her off him. From the looks of it, the rumor wasn't bothering her anymore, and she didn't seem to care if people really did see this. He couldn't tell what her intentions were. Or what she could even get out of this. They weren't friends, why did she want to know what was making him this mad? Couldn't she just take the hint. He didn't feel like dealing with her stubborn self. Based off what she just said, she was only doing it because she was bored, not because she actually cared. The last thing he needed was her running her mouth about his business. So no, he wouldn't tell her. Even though he was still pissed off, this whole situation was keeping his mind off of the text he received. Now a little more focused on chasing Hannah away. He glanced at her, seeing her pull out her phone, he rolled his eyes. She really wasn't going to move. Just as he was about to move her off his lap, and into the spot next to him, he saw something from the corner of his eye. His gaze flickered over towards the school. A group of students were passing by. Getting an idea, he leaned forward. Grabbing Hannah's phone from her, he set it down next to him. Gripping her waist he roughly pulled her down into him. He leaned back, holding her against him. With his free hand he tilted her head and nuzzled his face into her neck. "You're so fucking irritating." He whispered into her ear. From another perspective this looked like a very intimate moment between a couple. They were close enough to the school, where one could probably distinguish who they were. Peaking over her shoulder, he watched the kids glance back at them and then disappear around the corner. He smirked against her neck. His phone vibrated again in his pocket. Once the students were gone, he let her go. Clearly satisfied with himself. |
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Hannah wasn’t about to budge, her decision was made and she was going to stick to it, no matter what he said. She was more amused by his childish tantrums that entirely made her want to push him further, rather than do what she knew he wanted her to. Hannah didn’t really want to be there, sitting in his lap, she’d be lying if she said he wasn’t attractive, because he was, but that didn’t mean she wanted anything like this with him for real. Hannah had made the decision to put herself in this situation, but it wasn’t for the intentions that somebody would assume walking past and seeing. Her head snapped up to him when he took her phone, but she didn’t see anything angry or intimidating about his movements. Until she saw it, students walking nearby. Hannah sighed, clenching her jaw, subtly trying to fight him. If this was some sort of ploy to just worsen the rumours, it apparently worked. Hannah could hear the giggling and talking coming from the students, who’d stopped to stare. “Pretty rich coming from you, fuckboy” The very moment he let go of her, she snatched her phone, immediately checking her feed. Hannah watched, furious, as a photo of the pair was uploaded. Hannah glared at him, “You are the worst” she snapped at him. Turning her phone off, she felt his phone vibrate under her leg. Smirking, Hannah grabbed his arms, pushing them away from her entirely, she twisted and scooted off him, nimbly making her way onto the ground, swinging her bag over one shoulder. Whatever rumours that were inevitably being spread about the two of them now, it was too late to fix. The damage had been done and everyone was bound to have seen the photo by next period. Hannah sighed, wishing the day was over and she could go home. Frowning, she shook her head. There was nothing stopping her. Tucking her phone into her pocket, she began making her way towards the parking lot. If she had to suffer another round of insults and threats and nasty comment, Hannah was doing it with coffee and Netflix. Regretting her decision already, she turned back to him, “You’re welcome to come with me if you’re not too busy being an egotistical jerk” Hannah sneered. Not really bothering waiting for an answer, she turned back, crossing the short distance to the parking lot. Hannah unlocked her car and got in, chucking her bag into the back seat. Plugging in her phone to charge, she flicked on the engine. |
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Weirdly enough this was making him feel better. Well, not feel better, but making him forget about the texts he was being bombarded by, from the unknown number. His anger was slowly dying down, with the whole interaction with Hannah. Out of all people, she was the last that he expected to get this to work. No one could calm him down like this. Maybe not calm down, but kept his mind off his current issue. Rolling his eyes at her words, a small smirk pulled at one corner of his lips. This would be much better than being alone with his rage fueling inside him. He followed suit, his long strides made it easy to catch up with her. He looked her car over. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't better than his. Stopping to look at himself in the cars side mirror. He ran his hand through his hair. Another habit of his. It wasn't like he was obsessed with his looks. Far from it actually, he just wanted to fix his hair. Finally, he climbed into the passenger seat. He took in the interior of the car. It was nice, he could see that much. He glanced at her, a smug look playing on his features. A quick change from how pissed off he was seconds before. "If I had to say, it looked like you were coming onto me, Hannah." The amusement clear in his voice. He knew he made her situation worse, but he didn't really care. No surprise there. He believed she could handle a few insults. Pulling out his phone, he looked at the notifications on the screen. His jaw clenched a for a second. He quickly deleted the text messages, even though he would probably receive more throughout the whole day. His eyes skimmed over a few of the messages, most were insults, taunts, and threats. After he was done deleting them, he shut his phone off completely. Shoving it back into his pocket. His face brightened up again. To anyone else it probably seemed like such odd behavior. Someone going from beyond pissed to smiling all within seconds of each other. No one should have such emotions like that. Frankly, it was a cover. It made him feel better, if he just put up a front. Helped him forget. Sergio glanced out the window, looking at the other cars parked in the lot. He rubbed his hands together, "You better be taking me to get food, after that shit you just pulled. Only way to by my love back." He half joked. |
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Hannah smiled to herself as he got in. She kind of guessed he would come, it easily beat doing whatever shit he was doing by himself down there. Whatever had caused his little angry attitude, it seemed to be pretty bad for something like that. She hadn’t seen him pissed before, but if she wasn’t so stubborn, it might have scared her. He had seemed genuinely dangerous, which was equally intimidating and amusing. Hannah pulled out of the parking lot, not bothering to check whichever teacher had began walking towards her. She’d deal with it tomorrow, if she decided to go, that was. The sudden change in mood confused her, Sergio had seen something on his phone which clearly pissed him off, but then was all fine again. Hannah wasn’t likely going to push him to tell her again, he clearly didn’t want to. But it still interested her, being the result of her personality, not the liking of him. Hannah laughed, grinning over at him. “Oh, really now? Don’t even lie, I know you enjoyed it” She teased, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Hannah was glad he wasn’t in a pissy mood still, he was much more fun to be around like this than when he was in a bad mood. She rolled her eyes, but despite whatever he was bound to say, Hannah did want to get food. Heading down the road, towards the main shopping area, she let the air conditioning blast, the heat had built up from the black exterior of the car. Despite how much she loved the car, Hannah wasn’t about to get a new paint job just for that small issue, besides, the black made it look amazing. She had become known around the neighbourhood for having the black Aston Martin DB11. It was kind of her thing, besides her track record of street racing. “Whatever. Where do you wanna go then?” |
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Sergio glanced out the window to see a teacher making their way over to the car, but Hannah was quick to drive off. He smirked, he was half tempted to flip the teacher off, but refrained from doing so. He knew if they did see him get into the car that was leaving school grounds while class was still in session, they wouldn't bother him. The perks of being feared by everyone, even teachers. "Pfft. Yeah when it ended." He laughed. In reality, he didn't think much of the situation. Only doing it, for the students that walked past and to get her off him. He found it was easy and fun to tease her. There wasn't an ounce of feelings behind it, he liked that. It kept things uncomplicated. He watched their surroundings zip by. He rubbed the stubble on his jaw. "You pick." He shrugged. He really didn't care. Food was food. Plus he was hungry. Sliding a hand down the interior, "You get this car with daddy's money?" He questioned while half teased. He knew his cars well. This one was not cheap. It was impossible for a teen to be able to afford a car like this on their own with a 9 to 5 job. |
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Hannah chuckled. “Don’t kid yourself, we both know you loved it” She didn’t mean anything by it, it was just light-hearted fun. If he was taking it the wrong way, it was his problem. She nodded and turned the corner heading to a nearby burger joint. If he thought for a second, she was spending a shit ton of money on him, he was bound to be disappointed. Besides, she didn’t need to flex her wealth on him, her car and clothes often said enough. Her friends knew not to expect her to spend too much money of them either, they’d earned a good rant about it when they had. “Boy you wish. All mine, baby” Hannah told him, letting her hand glide over the wheel as she turned into the parking lot. Leaning behind her, she grabbed her bag and her phone. Gesturing to the door, she got out, softly closing the door. As she locked the car, Hannah looked over as she heard some guy wolf whistle her. Ignoring it, she ducked her head and kept walking. Hannah felt her jaw clench and an angry smirk on her face as she heard the obscene words being yelled at her. She turned, facing the young man who had catcalling her. A part of her didn’t want to retaliate. Hannah had too many strikes on her record to get into a street fight with some random guy over this. But her ego was too big for her not to do anything about it. She was partly used to this sort of thing, but that didn’t mean at all that she didn’t do anything about it. Hannah had standards to uphold, she didn’t really care too much for the collateral damage in the crossfire. It had never really bothered her if people had gotten hurt. She hadn’t really gotten close enough to anybody to be upset if they got hurt because of her. When you did the shit Hannah did, you couldn’t really get close to people, it just put them at risk. Besides, she preferred to work alone, at least then if things went badly, she had nobody but herself to blame, and that if she did it right, there wasn’t anybody Hannah had to spilt the profits with. “Listen here moron, you shut your mouth before I shut it for you. Got it?” |
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