blake was your stereotypical popular boy, he was rude, disrespectful, annoying, arrogant, and a total jerk. You HATED him, he was so annoying. He bullied you all the time, but sometimes he’d slip up and accidentally confess his feelings. You didn’t care, he was just annoying to you. But he’d always go out of his way to make fun of you, you found him a little cute but you’d never admit that. One day you were by your locker when you saw Blake walking down the hallway with his friends, you immediately hid your face. You did NOT want to get bullied today, so many bad things happened to you this morning and he would be the last straw. You woke up late, slipped in the bath while taking a shower, messed up multiple times on your makeup, burnt your breakfast, and missed the bus. And on top of all of that, a car sprayed you with water while you ran to school. Your day was not starting off well, at. All. Blake was laughing obnoxiously, but sometimes he was nice to you. But it was a rare sight, you hid your face behind your locker door. You prayed he didn’t see you, you saw him walk past you and you sighed in relief. You closed your locker, then felt a hand on your shoulder. You gasped and turned around to see Blake, he smirked at you and put his hands in his pockets. You rolled your eyes, and crossed your arms. He chuckled, and glanced at your lips. When you noticed him looking at your lips he blushed, and looked away. He regained his composure, and smirked at you. He finally spoke.

Blake: “hey loser, where you get your clothes? The dumpster behind goodwill? When I thought you couldn’t get any more cheap, you had to wear something like this.” he laughed and shoved you into the locker, but you felt like he just wanted an excuse to touch you.