When they returned to school on Monday, they quickly feel back into the old routine, against Rosalina's wishes. They'd argued and scream and yell at each other, just like before. They were arguing during their free period too.
"Pink is a wonderful color," Rosalina stated.
"They make your shoes gross," Nat argued.
"At least I don't wear the same pair of converse everyday of my life," Rosalina said.
"I don't even wear converse dumbass," Nat said.
"If anybody's a dumbass it's you," Rosalina said. Neither of them had noticed that they were back in the abandoned hall.
"I'm far from a dumbass," Nat said.
"So then what are you?" Rosalina asked.
"Definitely not a whore, like you," Nat said.
"I'm not a whore," Rosalina argued.
"You're right," Nat said. "You're a slut."
"You're an anger-driven sex machine," Rosalina argued.
"You were fucking pissing me off!" Nat exclaimed.
"You think I was annoying?" Rosalina asked. "You were extra annoying you little man whore."
He pushed her against the lockers behind her. He pressed his lips to hers, engaging in another heated hate make out session. He tugged on her shorts, pulling them down to her knees. He undid his zipper, then turned her over the other way. He slowly placed his cock in her vagina, which was squished between her legs. As he increased speed, her moans started getting louder. He used his free hand to cover her mouth, her moans now muffled by his skin.
His hand made a loud smacking sound against her ass repeatedly, it turning a Brit red color. He bit his lip as he felt the urge to cum. He released in two pumps, his breathing shaky. He pulled out, his back against the lockers. Rosalina, meanwhile, was still crouched over, shocked. She slowly pulled her shorts back up, slowly standing straight.
"What the hell Nat?" Rosalina exclaimed. "What happened to our deal?"
"Well," Nat said, exhausted. "I was mad, you were mad, and I know that both of us really love having hate sex."
"I hate hate sex," Rosalina said, crossing her arms. "One person is going to end up being a totally jerk and that person is always you."
"What's wrong with me being a jerk?" He asked.
"You're only cute when you're not a jerk," she said.
"What am I when I am?" He asked.
She pressed against him, her lips inches away from his. "Fuckin hot," she said in a low voice, then pressed her lips to his. As she moved her tongue around inside his mouth, she moved her hand to his cock, rubbing it down. He let out a shaky moan as her nails scraped across the surface on his cock.
"Who are you trying to kill?" he mumbled, making her smile.
She lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her black lace bra to him. His mouth hung open as he took in the sight. As soon as he regained his compusure, he grabbed her arms and spun her around so that her back was against the lockers. He wasted no time, quickly unclasping her bra. He took a good look at her very hard nipples. Just as he was about to suck on them, the bell rang.
"Shit," he mumbled. He helped her redress her self, then he fixed his pants.
"How much time until next class?" she asked.
"You'll find out when the bell rings," Nat said, walking away.
"I hate you," she mumbled.
