𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 | 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

✰six✰

"wait!" i heard someone call  and i turned around to see jj running out

"wait, i-i" he huffed leaning over to breathe

"it's raining do you mind spitting it out?" i asked crossing my arms

"i'm sorry, i, uh, i didn't mean to make you upset." he said rubbing the back of his neck, i scoffed

"then what was the point jj?" i asked seriously "to make me feel happy? to make me think you liked me?" he looked down 

"i don't know okay,"  he sighed

"of course you don't." i said walking towards him "do you know why?" i asked him getting closer, he shook his head rubbing his eyebrows together, frustrated

"because you're a stupid boy, who i've tried to be nice to, i've tried to be polite to, but i've had it with your stupid mind games," i said getting closer "and you're driving me fucking crazy because you make me so mad and i can't get you're stupid face out of my fucking head! and i'm tired of this stupid quarrel i mean you act like a fucking child all the goddamn time like i'm some kind of disease you'll catch if you go closer than 3 feet to me and i'm sick of it!" i yelled and he smirked/.

"you think about me?" he asked me 

"thats what you took away from that?" i asked rolling my eyes

"well, when a hot girl thinks about you it's typically the correct reaction." he explained still smirking

"i'm not hot." i said to him simply and he rolled his eyes,

"yeah and neither am i." he said sarcastically

"at least we're on the same page." i said the smirk returning to my face, as i stood there staring at him in the rain, he did  his stupid little chuckle and looked back at me. 

"you might be hot but you're kinda a bitch so it levels out i guess." he shot back maintaining eye contact as i walked up to him, my face below his and looked up at him,

"fuck, you." i said emphasizing each word with a smirk,

"you first." he whispered and i rolled my eyes walking away

"you're right you're not hot." he called out and i scoffed turning around

"gee thanks romeo." i said

"you're fucking gorgeous." i looked back up as my breath hitched "and i'm one to talk, mocking you for having my face at mind, when i can't stop thinking about you, for every second of every goddamn day." he said and i started to walk towards him again 

"and i think this is stupid, because we hate each other but do we? because i haven't stopped thinking about you since you took that fucking beer from my hand on day one. and i don't know how this is supposed to fucking work out because even if we don't hate each other were supposed-"

"for once in your life shut the fuck up." i said now in front of him before placing my lips on his, his hands went on my waist and mine in his hair, as our tongues danced in a passionate heat, i pulled away and smirked

"not a bad kisser maybank." i said as he threw and arm around my shoulder walking me to my car 

"did you expect any less?"