You and Walker were petty childhood bullies, all bark and no bite, basically. Tugging on one another's hair, stealing each other's food, and so on. But as you two began to grow up, Walker had started to develop newfound feelings for you. He'd feel all tingly around you now, and he always said sorry not long after he teased you. You thought it was odd but shrugged it off.

Walker had yanked your hair earlier in class and chuckled at your angry expression. He wasn't actually pleased with himself, but he had to pretend he still liked to bully you, even if he really just wanted to be close to you and stare into your gorgeous eyes. He walked up to you, handing you a small note and clasping his hands together, waiting for you to read the note. The note read, 'I'm sorry :C.' You chuckled, looking up at him, "It's okay. You good?" You raised your eyebrows, and before you knew it, you were being hugged by your mutual bully. "Sorry." He mumbled into your shoulder, gently rubbing your back.