Moving to a new school is a scarything for beguinners but I've changed school 4 times and I could care less now, grade 10 and moving to a whole different school. For everyone the first day of school is so nervous and joyful, for me it's a living hell. Seeing people is a living hell, having to listen to all the insults and gossip, all the girls complaining about there already skinny figure (eat a sandwich please) and not to mention all the boys drooling over the girls. I already new how this day would fan out, getting dirty looks about being a punk, being called sketchy and everything like, by now I was used to it.

I grabbed my filled grey backpack, left my house and borded the large orange bus. People eyed my for my percings and clothing, clearly they've never seen a punk girl before. I take my seat, 5 seats down from the back of the bus. The bus stops 2 houses down from my own, great a kid that lives clothes, I look down at my phone hearing all the girls start gushing, I pear over my seat. A man with raven hair and steel blue eyes come onto the bus, he stands 5'2, quite small for a man and his eyes furrowed, clearly not happy to be here and after a while of eyeing him up and down we make direct eye contact, instead of looking away I keep it, his face goes into a smirk and sits in the same seat as me. I grumble and move over, letting him have some space, I look back down at my phone.

"A punk at the wings of freedom school, so very unheard of" He says.

I glance at him then back down.

"I'm Levi and you are?" he askes.

"(y/n)" I reply. "Now get out of my fucking seat"

"Tch, no. I'm not taking comands from you" He said.

I grumble, put my phone in my pocket and look at him. "Get the fuck out of my god damn seat"

He places his hand on my shoulder and pushes my up against the window, his hands move quickly to my wrists and puts them over my head. HIs eyes look deeply into mine, he smirks slightly, placing his knee in between my legs and I remined silent.

"Oh really? Your seat who said it wasn't mine" He said.

I tense up, trying to get my wrists out of his tight grasp, he leans further in, closer to my face and I beguin to feel his warm breath on my skin. He smirks as I beguin to get more flustered.

"P-Please stop..." I beg.

"Now why should I" He whispers sexually.

My face heats up worse, what is wrong with me? I'm never like this normally with guys and esspecially ones I just met.

He comes closer, now really being able to feel his hot breath on my (s/c) skin. He lets go of my wrists but slowly trailing his hands down my body till my waist, he touches lightly, slightly pulling up on my shirt sneeking some of his fingers between my shirt and skin. I tense up when he touches me, he smirks as my face changes to a large blush. I feel his body closen to mine to the point where I can almost feel his lips on mine.

"What's wrong?" He mutters.

I open my mouth to speak but instead of that I get his onto mine, I feel his mouth slowly close onto my bottom lip, slightly tuging on it and eithout my bodies permission I return it. Soon we are in a heated kiss, his tounge battling with my own, we had to already take a few breaks, finally the kiss ends and we pull away for one last time. His eyes locked onto mine with a small smirk.

"Did you like that punk?" He asked.

I nodded as my cheeks lit up once more, he rolled his eyes and placed a kiss on my right cheek, I smiled lightly. the bus stopped and kids began to leave the bus, he grabbed his backpack and stood up.

"Cya around punk" He said.