Imagine Ghostface

You never thought you’d be straddling

Ghostface…err…your enemy at a party.

But here you are…facing him.

You slit your eyes at your cruel bully. She’s still laughing up a storm at you in the corner.

When will it ever end?

E/n removes his hand from your thigh and grabs your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his.

“Eyes on me, y/n.” His voice is low and possessive.

“So? What do you say?” he asks. He wants you to kiss him to make your bully mad. To get even.

You inhale sharply. Are you this petty?

Hmmm…You want to WIN against your bully.

“Okay, let’s do it. I know we hate each other, but we need the performance of a lifetime right now, e/n,” you say.

“Can you do this?” you ask him.

He nods with easy self-assurance and something secretive in his eyes. “I can.”

You believe kissing e/n will be uneventful.

Maybe even gross because he’s your enemy.

Ewwww.

But you’re prepared to do this to make your bully mad and shut her up for good.

E/n’s greedy gaze trails between your eyes and lips and traces all over your face.

You’re surprised at what a good actor he is!

“Don’t be afraid, y/n,” he says. “I won’t use tongue or anything.” His eyes are twinkling with humor.

You grip the collar of his black Ghostface costume tightly.

His eyes widen with shock, and he chuckles, showing off his dimple. “Easy there,” he says.

You lean in, whispering into his ear.

For the first time, you notice how incredibly amazing he smells.

“You said to make it good, e/n. You’d better use all your skills,” you say.

His gaze smolders immediately.

“As.You.Wish. Princess.”