Lucas keeps on bullying you and bullying you, he didn’t care what you think. After a few hours he got into a fight and lost. He was in the back of the school, sitting on the floor with cuts and bruises. Not to mention his nose bleed.

You were walking and saw him, he saw you as well. “What the fuck are you staring at?” not even moments later you both were sitting there, almost on his lap, you were cleaning his wounds and you saw his cheeks turn pink.