OMG, crack couple! Find out who I paired in the end!

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There had to be a better reason. There's just no way he'd punch me in the face for that. I mean that's just ridiculous. There had to be a better reason. I just needed to find it. If there was one. Hopefully.

A fist landed into my stomach. I fell to my knees. Oh hell, that hurt. I looked up to see his fist hit my face. . . again. I rocked onto my back. My hands covered my face. I felt something on it. Something warm and red. Blood. If it gets on my clothes, it'll be impossible to get out. The crowd cheered on and clapped. Laughs and small chuckles echoed in the hall. Oh, the people are so ruthless and sadist. I didn't really enjoy being hurt, but if it makes them happy, I guess it's okay.

He picked me up by my collar, which was torn. His pudgy hands slammed me against the cold metal lockers. I gasped in pain. My fingers tried to scratch at his wrist, but I lost so much blood that I felt dizzy. I gripped at his hands as he choked me. I gathered up all the strength I had left and swiped at his face. He screamed in pain and let me go to comfort his face. Dropping in crumpled mess, I tried to crawl away. Too bad the people were on his side. One of his lackeys grabbed my legs and dragged me back the 'ring' they had formed. I tried to kick, but that really didn't do anything. Except when he let go and I kicked him in the face, making a large cracking sound. Ouch. For him. . . and me. He quickly recovered and kicked me in the stomach. I groaned in pain and assumed the beetle position. I didn't know what happened next because I blacked out.

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I slowly opened my eyes to a bright white room. The clinic. I sat up and rubbed my black eye. I winced in pain. I leaned back and pulled up my shirt. A large black bruise covered it. It stung when I touched it. At least it wasn't so bad. We've all had our fun kicking my arse. Now if only we could find a way for the aftermath to not hurt as much. I sharply turned my head as the door kicked open. He appeared in the doorway.

"Oh, 'ello. Uh, back for more?" My voice sounded so scratchy and weird.

"Shut the fuck up and come with me." He took a hold of my hand and dragged me down the hall.

Fifth period must be in session. The white halls were so empty and haunted. We twisted and turned corners. Finally, we reached the janitor's closest. Where he always takes me. He let go of my hand to search for the keys. I had an itch to hold his hands again. Fortunately, he placed the keys into the hole and pulled me inside. He pushed me against the wall and crushed his lips with mine. His tongue tackled mine as I opened my mouth. I moaned as he grinded his hips into mine. His hands slithered in my shirt. His other hand went down to my pants, preparing to slide it off until. . .

Crash

"Fucking Hell! Why'd you drop it, retard!" The voice came from outside.

"Fuck off man!"

We froze, standing in an uncomfortable position. The two idiots took their leave and we fell to the floor in a sweaty mess. Both of us panted in fear and ecstasy. He pulled me into his lap and straddled me. We rocked back and forward.

In the quiet moment, I came back to my thoughts from a couple of hours ago. I looked up at him and he looked down at me.

"What?"

"Tell me again why we fight then make out in the janitor's closest."

"Because, idiot, I hate you. Now get off me. We need to get back to class."

We both stood and I brushed off any dirt on me. He opened the door and locked it. Looking around for people, he quickly hugged me.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear. He pushed me off and headed down the hall.

There just had to be a better reason. I know it. We do this for a good reason. There had to be a better reason.

"I love you too, Eric."