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You were late, it wasn’t the first time this happened, it still stressed you out every god damn time. More than that, first period was English and you couldn’t stand that bitch. She always asked for the students opinions just to put them down afterwards and you weren’t the kind of person to keep your mouth shut about this stuff.
You were hurrying down the hallway. 20 minutes late. She would rip your head off.
You almost arrived at the door to hell when you bumped into someone.
The moment you realized who it was you almost had a heart-attack. Out of all people you just had to cross Henry Bower’s path. What a lucky day.
You knew he was an asshole, always bullying the weak and not being a decent human being in general. He didn’t pick on you as much, you kept a low profile but something strange had happened a few times.
One time, as you walked down the empty hall, he just appeared out of nowhere, pushing you against a locker, casually flipping his knife in one hand.
“Hey (Y/N), you got any lunch money?”
You almost laughed
“We’re not in 5th grade anymore Bowers, you really think I spend the money I get on food? Come on”
He looked at you dumbfounded. Henry didn’t expect you to talk back.
You were surprised at yourself that you were even able to say anything at all. Yes, Bowers was definitely an asshole but he had something about him that gave you a weird feeling in your stomach. You wouldn’t have called it attraction back than, but by now you knew that that was what you felt.
“Well uh…what did you buy?” He asked and for a second it seemed like he was genuinely interested in what you had to say.
“Cigarettes, why?” He didn’t even look that scary in that moment. His face was relaxed and that was when it occurred to you that Henry Bowers was actually a pretty good looking guy. You tried not to blush and miserably failed.
“Give ‘em to me”
“No, fuck off I won’t!”
“Wasn’t I clear enough? I want something from you and that something being your god damn cigarettes!”
You didn’t reply and chose that it was for your best to just go along with whatever the fuck he wanted. Deep down you wanted to comply, you wanted to give him what he needed.
You were sure that deep down underneath all that bad boy image, Henry could be a sweet guy but sadly he had the unfortune to be the son of Butch Bowers, who had made him into what he was now.
He took the cigarettes from you. When he left he turned around to get a last look of you and you could swear he winked at you.
Right now he was looking at you, surprised that he wasn’t the only one who was not in class.
“Hey (Y/N) what are you doing here?”
Fuck, if he was going to ask you for money again you would have a problem, this time you didn’t have anything to offer to him.
But he didn’t.
“I uh I’m late…”
“What class do you have?”
Why was he being so nice?
“English”
“I think we have the same teacher, the one that looks like she’s been lying dead in the water for weeks?”
You laughed, it was a weird comparison but you knew exactly what he meant.
“Yeah that one”
“What a bitch, I hate her so much, always giving me shit for stuff I didn’t do…do you really wanna go to that class?”
“Honestly I would rather jump off a bridge but what can you do…”
“You uhm…you wanna cut class with me?”
You thought about it for a second.
“What the hell, I’m already late, let’s go.”
It was the strangest thing, walking out of school side by side with Henry Bowers. You glanced at him from time to time and it seemed like he was doing the same thing.
You finally got to a small park where you sat down on a bench that seemed to be forgotten by whoever was taking care of the park. It was under some trees, a bit hidden.
This looks like the perfect make-out spot, you thought to yourself. You looked at Henry and that strange feeling started to spread again.
At first neither of you said anything. Finally your curiosity took over
“Why are you so nice to me? You didn’t even try to steal anything from me today or make fun of me.”
He shrugged
“I don’t know…”
He looked at his hands.
It wasn’t quit true, he did know why and it was hard for him to accept it. Fact was, he kind of started to take an interest in you. You weren’t exactly the type to pick a fight with him (no one did) but you had talked back to him and that intrigued him.
He wasn’t sure why but he felt the need to be around you. Henry didn’t really want to bully you, he just did so he could get an excuse to be close to you. Of course that didn’t mean it was ok to do so but after thinking about it for some time he decided to make it up to you, he decided to try something new, to be nice to you.
But of course the infamous Henry Bowers couldn’t just say that out loud. Showing emotions was a sign of weakness so he just sat there, slowly edging closer to you.
At some point you made eye contact with him and to your utter surprise he didn’t break it.
“You said I didn’t steal anything from you today”
A smile formed on his face
“If your so desperate for me to steal something I have an idea.”
You didn’t know what he was talking about you just watched his face closing in, adrenaline rushing through your body.
Henry knew it was now or never, he gently grabbed your face and pressed it lips against yours.
It took you a second to realize what he did before you could return the kiss.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the warm and soft feeling of his lips brushing against yours. Henry felt that you liked what he was doing and instantly became a bit rougher. Almost automatically your mouth opened a bit and he took advantage of that.
When he pulled back to watch your reaction you both had flushed cheeks.
“I didn’t know you were such a softy, Bowers” you giggled.
“And I didn’t know you were so into me stealing kisses from you, you should have told me that sooner” he smirked.
“Well maybe I can take it back.” With a swift motion you positioned yourself on his lap to be at a better angle and dipped down to kiss him again. You could still feel his smirk as you gently bit his lip. His hands found their way to your waist, his thumbs drawing small circles.
After you broke off the kiss he gave you an amused look
“Geez (Y/N) I didn’t take you for such a good kisser.”
“Well what can I say, I’m full of surprises.”
“Being a smartass as always” he laughed.
Then you just sat there in silence looking into each other’s eyes. You began to stroke his cheek taking in every small detail of his face. You loved how he looked when he wasn’t angry and you thought maybe when he was with you he wouldn’t be as tormented by his own thoughts. Maybe, just for a little while you could take his mind off the world around you two.
He leaned in to whisper in your ear. His voice sent shivers down your spine.
“You know, I really like you, (Y/N). I don’t want to hurt you.”
Your fingers started to play with his soft hair
“You won’t, and I can take care of myself anyway” you grinned.
“Yeah I know, that’s one of the reasons I like you so much, but a I really want to try to take care of you too.”
Henry started to leave small kisses on your face and you couldn’t help but blush furiously.
You didn’t know what had happened to Henry but you liked how, despite his rough nature, he tried to be gentle with you. Maybe you had seen this all along in him.
“Let’s see where this takes us, maybe we’ll make it work.” You almost whispered.
He cupped your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
“I’m sure we will…”