Requested by: Anonymous
You and Jackson never got along. It was always bickering and calling each other names. Only you secretly liked him, and he secretly liked you. When he broke up with Lydia, you were happy, but then he started acting different. He hadn't talked to you in weeks. But today's detention brought you two together again.
"Mr. Harris, please. That was my first tardy. I can't let this detention get on my record." You pleaded with Mr. Harris to let you leave.
"No. Now sit down Y/L/N." You grunted then sat down across from Jackson.
"Still Ms. Innocent I see." He said. You didn't even look up. Jackson started poking your arm and then your hand. You moved, but then he started kicking your feet.
"What do you want?" You whisper shouted.
"Okay you two, I have to go. You don't leave until five." Mr. Harris said then walked out of the classroom.
"Jerk." You mumbled.
"What's up with you?" Jackson questioned.
"I just don't want to be here. Especially with you."
"What did I do?"
"You stopped talking to me for weeks, recall that?"
"I was going through something. Plus I thought we hated each other."
"We do, but you stopped bothering me, and that was a daily part of my routine." You stated.
"Oh, I see. You missed me."
"That's not what I said."
"You didn't have to. I know you missed me." Jackson said, a big smirk on his face.
"Did not."
"Did." He stopped. He got up and stood next to you. Jackson bent over and whispered in your ear. "To."
"Screw you Whittemore."
"Screw me?"
"Yeah, screw you and your stupid perfect muscles and your stupid perfect face." You said and stood up. You instantly took back what you said when you saw the smirk on Jackson's face.
"How pissed off would you be if I kissed you right now?" He whispered, leaning in.
"Really pissed off." You said quietly, matching his tone.
"Yeah?" He got closer.
"Yeah." And that sealed it. Jackson quickly put his lips on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He grabbed your waist and put you on the table. You wrapped your legs around his torso, and his hands went up and down your back.
A good ten minutes into your make out session was interrupted by the classroom door slamming open.
"What the hell?" Mr. Harris. You and Jackson break apart and look at him. "You two have detention for the next week! And not together!" He shouted. "Now get the hell out of my classroom." You two quickly grabbed your things and headed to the parking lot.
"Not so innocent now. Detention for a week? Wow." Jackson teased.
"It was worth it."
"It was?"
"Yeah, but I'm still blaming you."
