The Fic Without a Title

He was running after me. It was cute. I could probably let him win, but what fun would that be?
He grabbed at me, pouting as I moved out of the way.
“How did that rhyme go? About if you missed someone in chasing them you had to kiss them?” I asked, smirking at the blush that flared across his cheeks.
“You’re such a peasant.” He huffed, smiling as he soothed his hair out.
I giggled slightly. “Did you call me a peasant? What the heck? You know you’d totally be the peasant and I’d be the princess that falls in love with the peasant,” He looked at me hesitantly, as if waiting for me to continue. “it takes a while, but you know the peasant always ends up loving the princess back.”
He grinned softly before shoving me with his hand. “I know. But hey, I’ve got to get to class. See you at lunch? You can sit with us if you want?”
“That would be great. See you m’lady.” I waved, ignoring his shout of ‘goodbye princess’.
I really didn’t want to ruin this. We were off to a pretty great start, and I knew that it could easily fall with the drop of a hat.
“Hey, Iero!” I cringed. “I heard that you spent the night at Way’s house. How was he? I always thought he’d be really good because of how pretty his mouth is.”
I didn’t think about it, I just spun around on my heel and punched the guy in the throat, grabbing him up again by his hair when he fell to the ground.
“Don’t you ever talk to him, think about him, or even look at him ever again. He’s not some toy to be pushed around and used, so shut up.” I growled before throwing him back on the floor.
Looking down I grimaced. I’m going to have to scrub blood off of my hands.

Notes

Hey guys! So I've been writing this fic... http://archiveofourown.org/works/2573441
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-LoveLikeWarped