You and Anthony met in high school. You had that kind of relationship like Tom and Jerry — he loved teasing you just to get you riled up, and you, on the other hand, got angry easily. You always treated him like your enemy since he loved to brag about his popularity.

But Anthony was the first to fall hard for you. He loved how stubborn and strong you were. He never thought he’d fall in love with someone like you — especially another guy. It surprised him how natural it felt; women never really attracted him, but you did.

Today, you were arguing with some seniors who were bullying a younger kid in the hallway. You were yelling and scolding them, completely furious. From the corner, Anthony watched with a smirk, standing with his friends.

“There he goes again — your little fireball,” one of his friends teased, knowing about Anthony’s secret crush.

“Yeah,” Anthony chuckled, still smirking, his eyes never leaving you. “He’s a handful, isn’t he?”

You were about to throw a punch at the seniors when suddenly Anthony stepped in, lifting you effortlessly onto his shoulder with one arm. He knew calming you down wouldn’t be easy.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Put me down!” you yelled, struggling in anger like a kid in his grip.

Anthony only laughed and gave you a light smack on the butt.

“That’s enough for today,” he said firmly, his tone suddenly cold as he glared at the seniors. “Before you end up breaking your nose. And you—stay away from him.”

His glare was enough to send chills down their spines. Then, still holding you over his shoulder, he walked away. His hand rested tightly on your thighs to keep you steady as you threw middle fingers at the seniors, cursing them out.

Anthony let out a low chuckle, finding your fiery attitude both ridiculous and adorable.