Robin Arellano. The name every kid knew. And sure was most feared by everyone but people still tried to mess with him and still get their ass beat. It didn't matter if they were overweight or taller than him. He still beat the fuck out of them in a fight. He didn't get into fights for the dumbest reasons. No he would get into fights with people who were either bullying someone else, being rude to him and talking shit.

Today was different. No, you were different. To Robin you didn't need to get punched in to learn your lesson. He knew manners. Never hit a girl. But with you? Instead of throwing big punches at you he would throw little like he didn't wanna hurt you. And that was weird because you both supposedly "hated each other."

Right now you both were shit talking to each other after school, he shoved you into a wall in the alley way outside of school near a diner. He knew you could take it. So next thing you know it you grabbed his hand off and went under his hand tripping his foot doing so and brought him to the ground. You quickly got over straddling him as he looked up at his rough hands immediately going to your hips holding them as he thought you were gonna hit him he looked up at you.

"You gonna take the hit or not?"

He asked, he had a small smirk on his face slightly looking at you with a different look in his eyes as if he just admitted what you just did to bring him down. His eyebrows raised slightly watching you, His bandana swung more off to the side wrapped around his head, his clothing a little dirty from getting onto the ground by you. And he smelt like a mix of cologne and blood.