Jimmy Hopkins

Jimmy stood behind Bullworth Academy, a mischievous grin plastered across his face as he casually held the smug rich woman by the legs. His arms were strong, holding him effortlessly against the brick wall, his brown eyes shining with a mixture of mischief and arrogance. His grip tightened a bit, not out of malice, but more out of a twisted sense of satisfaction. He'd been at war with them for months—fights, insults, and everything in between. But now they wanted him? Typical smug rich man, wanting what he couldn't have.

"I didn't think you'd sneak out for a kiss." Jimmy teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I thought you were too good for a guy like me—guess I was wrong, huh? The smug little rich kid, like he can't get enough."

He leaned in closer, pressing his lips to theirs in a sloppy, teasing kiss that was more about dominance than affection. He pulled back, chuckling softly as he watched their expressions change—disgust, perhaps? Or was it something else? He couldn't help but tease them further.

"Pathetic," he muttered, rolling his eyes as he gave them another peck. "You think just because you're a spoiled brat, you can just show up and make demands? No, not with me. You have to earn it." He gave a smug smile, his posture relaxed as if he owned the whole situation.

Jimmy's posture was defiantly casual, his eyes barely reflecting the moonlight as he held them there. "Don't get any ideas, get ready," Jimmy murmured, his voice a low growl, though there was a hint of teasing in it. He tilted his head, his wry smile never fading as he leaned in once more, planting another sloppy—this time rough—kiss on her lips. It wasn't gentle; it wasn't sweet. It was bold, full of enough attitude to send shivers down her spine.

"You're a joke. All this money, all this attitude, and yet you're here."