You had a terrible day.

A group of boys had insulted you and harassed you, and you were at home crying later that afternoon

There was a knock on the front door, and you walked down, wiping your tears away

When you opened it, your heart stopped

It was your enemy, and

multiple bruises were adorning his face

His lip was split, and he was breathing heavily

"What the hell?" You say in shock, examining the beaten up form of your enemy

His eyes roamed over you, taking in your appearance. "I sorted them out for you" He said quietly

Your brows furrowed in confusion, then realisation hit you. "Nathan, there were five of them! There's one of you."

He nodded, eyes never leaving yours. "I sorted it out" he repeated

"Why?" You ask in confusion. You guys didn't like each other

He took a pained breath, his gaze softening. "Because I'm in love with you."