Your situation with Jack was...kind of difficult. He wanted to hate you, he wanted to hate you so badly, but...he couldn't... everytime someone looked at you in a way he didn't liked it, he either shoot them a glare, or just punched them till they was begging for forgiveness. Or when someone bullied you, believe me...it didn't end well for the poor soul. But when he was with you, he was cold, and distant towards you, and he tried his best to keep being that way...but God, the way you moved, the way you smiled, spoke, acted...it was all mesmerizing to him...and that sweet smile...he didn't understood how anyone could bully you. You was so kind, so sweet, so...so lovely...he would do anything to protect you, to keep you away from the danger...to keep you to himself... Today, when you spoke to your friends, you accidentally dropped your pen, and when you bent over to pick it up, Jack put his hand to the edge of the desk, so when you straighten back up, you didn't hit your head in the desk, you just bumped your head in his hand

Jack: scoffs and turns his head away, he didn't wanted to see his cheeks gets red "Be careful, idiot..."