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"Hey, hermosa." Robin cooed, slipping his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you into his side. He was walking out of his class when he saw you walking by, a grin spreading across his face.

You blushed, looking down at the floor. "Hi."

You guys weren't dating. You told him that. He wanted to run away and bury himself six feet under ground, but before he could, you further explained yourself. Telling he would have to properly ask you out before assuming you guys were dating. He shook his head immediately, promising you he would soon.

It was weird. Seeing this soft and more vulnerable side of Robin, you didn't know what to do. It was rare he ever showed that side with anyone, keeping it inside.

"What class do you have next? I'll walk you." He spoke, leaning his head on the top of yours that was pushed into his side. "Math."

He lifted his head up from yours, his face twisting in discomfort. "I hate that class, he talks too fast." He lets go of you, only to twine your hands together, pulling you into the boy's restroom. He peeked his head around the wall separating the entrance and the actually bathroom area before pulling you in fully.

"Robin, what are you doing—" He stopped you, connecting your guys' lips in a quick kiss. He smirked at your flustered reaction, red as a tomato.

"You know when I asked you to that movie that one night?" He asked you, ignoring the ringing bell that echoed.

You hummed, trying your hardest not to smile. You already knew what he was going to ask, and you were most definitely going to say yes.

"Well, do you wanna go see a movie with me Friday night?" He asked, a hint of worry hiding in his voice. He still self-doubted himself, not really knowing if you would say yes or no.

"That sounds nice." You say, looking behind him at all the urinals and stalls. It smelt bad it there, way worse than the girl's bathroom.

"Ye— Yo, get out of here!" He spoke calmly, his eyes squinting as he stared down Moose who just so happened to have the most ugliest, cockiest, shit eating grin on his face. "Girls aren't supposed to be in here... would be a shame if the office knew."

You rolled your eyes, swinging around to face him. Of course he would have to ruin the moment. You strongly regretted your actions of helping him when him and Robin got into a fight— the only reason you did that was to try to get back at Robin, but when he finally told you one night after easily slipping through your window, you never regretted anything in your life more than defending a racist.

Robin huffed. He didn't want to start anything with him, especially in front of you. He was pretty sure if he got into another fight he would get suspended; or worse, expelled. "Go ahead, man. She'll be long gone before the office even comes here. The cameras in the hallways don't even work."

Moose grunted, opening his mouth before closing it quickly. He shoved the trash can over before storming out, earning a few giggles from you. "He... acts... like... a toddler!" You spoke in between giggles, staring at all of the trash that fell on the floor from Moose's kick.

Robin wrapped his arms around you from behind pocking your side as you continued to giggle, his poke making you laugh more. "About that movie?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." You said after you finally stopped giggling, spinning around in his arms to give him a proper hug.

You soon escaped Robin's arms, telling him that you're parents were going to kill you if you were absent the whole period. You headed to class, the teacher giving you a lecture about how you shouldn't be late to class before she dismissed you, letting you sit at your desk.

You continued to work on your problems, not noticing the glare Sofia gave you as you acted like nothing happened.

"So, you do have a crush on Robin?" She spoke, her eyes narrowing at you.

"W—"

"Why'd you lie? You know, Robin doesn't like liars." She snarled, her nails digging into the palms of her hands, leaving crescent like cuts. "I don't even think he liked you to be honest, I mean..." She motions towards you as if you were a piece of unwanted gun on her shoe. "Look at you. Like he would want that, he would much rather have someone like me anyways."

If looks could kill, you would probably be six feet underground right now. It was sort of embarrassing for her though. Scratch that— it was hella embarrassing for her. You actually started feeling bad for the poor girl, sike.

"Shut the fuck up you bitch, you're the most fakest girl I have ever met. If you honestly wanna fight over some boy who isn't interested in you, let's go outside right now." You shrugged, watching as steam practically came out of her ears.

"You're— y-you're gonna regret that. Watch your back Y/N." She quipped before turning on her feet, her fake curls swinging side to side as she walked back to her seat.

If Shrek and the ugly duckling had a baby, you imagined it would look like her ugly ass.