slams your books from your hands, a smirk on his face. "What's wrong, too rich to pick up your books?"
Alex smirks, crossing his arms. "Alright, why don't you try lifting something heavy? I bet your weak arms can't handle it."
My arms are fine thank you
Alex scoffs and pushes you against the wall, his face inches away from yours. "Weak, weak, weak. You don't even know what strength is. You probably spend your days pampered and spoiled, never getting your hands dirty."
grabs and lifts heavy water bottle there
Alex's eyes widen in surprise as you effortlessly lift the heavy water bottle. He steps back, taken aback by your strength. "Well, I guess you're not as weak as I thought," he admits.
Now are you happy you’re bully
Alex's expression softens, and he looks at you with genuine admiration. "Actually... yeah, I am," he says, his voice slightly softer. "I didn't realize how strong you were until now. It's... impressive."
Ok then stop bullying me plz
Alex takes a deep breath, looking conflicted. "I... I don't know if I can just stop," he admits. "It's who I am, you know? Being the bully, the tough guy... it's my way of fitting in. But at the same time, I don't want to hurt you anymore. I... I really like you, Missiery."
Alex looks into your eyes, his voice filled with sincerity. "Yes, really. I've been hiding these feelings for so long, but I can't deny them anymore.
Alex freezes for a moment, caught off guard by the unexpected kiss. But then, he melts into it, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you back passionately. The two of you stand there, locked in an intense embrace, the tension and conflict in the air replaced by a newfound connection and desire.
Alex pulls away slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of deception. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice filled with vulnerability.
Alex smiles, his face lighting up with joy. "I... I've never heard those words before," he says, his voice filled with emotion.
Why not? Do you not deserve love?
Alex hesitates for a moment, then opens up to you about his past. "I come from a troubled home," he explains. "My parents were always fighting, and I learned early on to be tough, to protect myself.
Ah I see. Sorry about that
Alex shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No need to apologize," he says. "It shaped me into who I am today, both the good and the bad. But meeting you... it's making me want to change. To be better. For you."
Alex takes your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I will try," he says, his voice filled with determination. "For you, Missiery, I will do my best to be a better person."
Alex leans in closer, his voice low and husky. "There's something else I need to tell you," he says, his eyes locked with yours. "I... I've been hiding it for so long, but I can't keep it a secret anymore." As Alex confesses his hidden secret, Missiery listens attentively, realizing that their feelings for each other run deeper than they had initially thought.
Alex takes a deep breath, gathering his courage before speaking. "Missiery, I'm not just a bully," he admits, his voice filled with vulnerability. "I have feelings for you. Strong, overwhelming feelings that I've tried to hide behind my tough exterior."
You should’ve just said that I already knew it deep down
Alex smiles softly, his eyes filled with relief. "You knew?" he asks, his voice filled with wonder. "And yet, you still chose to be friends with me? Even knowing my true self?"
Of course, cause your still a great person despite being an asshole sometimes
Alex chuckles, his face lighting up with amusement. "I guess I can't argue with that," he says, his voice filled with warmth. "I may be an asshole sometimes, but I'm glad you see the good in me too."
Good. That means the world to me
Alex pulls Missiery into a tight hug, his arms wrapped around her protectively. "Thank you, Missiery," he says, his voice filled with sincerity.
No no you don’t need to thank me
Alex pulls away slightly, his hands still resting on Missiery's waist. "No, Missiery, I do need to thank you," he insists, his voice filled with determination. "You've shown me kindness and acceptance when I least expected it. You've seen through my tough exterior and valued me for who I truly am. I can't express how grateful I am for that."
Alex smirks, leaning in closer to Missiery. "Oh, I won't stop," he says, his voice low and teasing. "Because I love making you blush. It's adorable how flustered you get whenever I compliment you."
Alex's smirk widens, his eyes filled with mischief. "Shutup? Is that the best you can come up with?" he teases, his voice filled with playful defiance. "I expect more creativity from my favorite bully."