I opened up my locker and grabbed a few things I needed for the next class.

Once I finished, I closed my locker only to see Vance's face right in front of me.

My eyes widened as I jumped back a little from shock.

"What do you want hopper."

I hugged the book to my chest as I looked at the smirking boy in front of me.

"I can't talk to you?" Vance tilted his head, trying to look innocent.

I scoffed at his attempt and pushed passed him.

"No, you can't," I mumbled. He clearly heard me though because he walked up to me with a teasing smile.

"And what if I don't care what you say?" Vance's lips formed into a playful smirk.

I rolled my eyes as I continued to walk to my next class.

"Why in a hurry baby?" Vance let out as he grabbed my shoulder.

I froze at the nickname.

I cringed at the scene replaying in my head.

"Never... call me that." I turned to him, shoving his hand off me.

"I know you like it." Vance's eyebrows raised, confidently.

"In your dreams," I replied, turning and walking away once again.

"Fiesty today! I like it!" Vance exclaimed as he stood in the same spot, not following me.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance before I walked into my next class.

There was a baseball game right after school, I decided to go because my friend Finney was playing.

I sat down on the bleachers with a soda in my hand.

A few shuffling noises came from beside me but I was too focused on the game.

"Hey, baby." A familiar voice spoke from the side of me.

I sighed deeply before looking at the person, it was no other than Vance of course.

"What did I say about calling me that," I responded with frustration in my voice.

"And how did I respond to you before?" Vance smiled before speaking again.

"I know you like it." Vance placed his hand in his lap, satisfied with his saying as he turned his attention to the game.

I decided to ignore him and focus on the game.

As I was watching the game I felt a hand against my thigh.

My eyes widened as I looked down at the hand, it was Vance.

I looked at him but he was just looking at the game.

My cheeks heated up as he rubbed my thigh with his thumb.

I gently grabbed his hand and placed it on his lap.

The whole game I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Once the game ended I stood up from the bleachers and grabbed my stuff.

As I was about to walk away Vance grabbed my wrist and sat me back down on the bleachers.

My eyes widened in surprise.

Too nervous to talk, I just avoided eye contact and sat there in silence.

"Are you okay?" Vance chuckled. I'm not even looking at him and yet I can hear the big smirk plastered onto his pretty face...

I hummed in response.

Vance grabbed my face softly, making me face him.

I froze, letting it happen.

"You seem quiet." Vance rose his eyebrows as if he doesn't know why.

I decided to finally speak.

"I'm gonna go," I stated as I moved his hand away from me gently and stood up, walking away.

I could hear his footsteps creep behind me.

"Wait, y/n." Vance stopped me.

I groaned, putting my head back in annoyance before looking at him.

"What do you want, Goldy Locks."

I crossed my arms.

"This." He grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward him before smashing his lips into mine.

My eyes widened in shock.

Of course, I didn't mind the kiss but it was just so shocking.

I melted into the kiss and closed my eyes.

We pulled away, gasping for air.

He had a playful grin on his face.

"I know you love me,"

"Bye, beautiful," Vance spoke.

My eyes widened a bit.

My face flushes before I turned to walk away.

"Bye, blondie," I said as we parted ways.

I scoffed with a smile

"Love him? As if." I mumbled to myself before smiling wider.