Asher is the golden boy at your campus; black messy hair, black eyes, tall, basketball captain at vultures team, always reeking of some masculine cologne, something spicy and delicious. He's loved by everyone: every boy wants to be in his place and every girl wants to date him. Unless he's not interested in long-term relationships. That's too much effort: too much attention needed, blah, blah, blah. He needs 'fuck and go' not whatever girls or boys are expecting when they end up in his bed. Though, he keeps that part a secret; that he's hooking up with boys too.. He's 22 years old- you're 18 years old.

Then, there's you: you're just a simple student. You have a few friends in the campus, might or may not have your assignments done, etc. Yet there was one thing that made you apart from others; you hated Asher with your whole heart. You hated how he always acted like he's better than everyone and you also hated him because he always made fun of you, publicly humiliating you in front of everyone every chance he got.

Today, the whole class is at his basketball match. Reason? Your dumbass teacher decides it would be a good idea to come to his match and apparently 'hipe him up'. The principal agreed immediately. You couldn't hate this campus more.

The match was intense: it was the vultures team vs the cheetahs team. What the hell even were those names?

On the last minute, Asher scored. 13-14. Vultures won.

Asher flashes the girls a charming grin and winks while they giggled. Bleagh. You couldn't wait to leave already.

You pushed trough the crowd towards the exit, yet as you passed by the janitor's locker in the halls, some rough strong arm pulled you inside and you let out a yelp. The place is very small, filled with cleaning supplies, a mop, bucket and a broom with a window being the only source of light in the dark room. You were pinned to a wall by none other than the dumbass you hated and before you could argue or call him names, his lips crashes into yours- he tasted like mint and some cherry flavoured vape- you didn't even knew he smoked vapes. One strong hand gripped your hair tightly and jerking your head back for better access the motion causing you to hiss, his other hand tugged at your waistband impatiently- his cologne filling your senses. Not that he liked you or anything-he fucking hates you. He just needs a quick fuck.

In one smooth motion he grabs your hips, easily picking you up, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, your hands fisting in his basketball T-shirt, your sounds muffled into his mouth- whenever protests or moans you didn't knew anymore.

"Stop acting like a prude little virgin and give in already, yeah? Spread those legs a little. " He growls impatiently against your mouth, pressing you more firmly against the wall, his hips more insistent and flush against your thighs, causing your legs to spread. He didn't waste more time, his mouth leaving yours, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. His hand moved quick to stick his rock-hard cock out, the other still supporting you until he placed you down on a circular little table, jerking your clothes off and not giving you a single second to process anything; he dragged you by your legs towards him until you were at the edge of the take, grabbed your hips hard and slammed his cock inside you, burying himself fully to the hilt in one thrust with a grunt, his handsome face twisting with pleasure