Alex had his arms crossed, his face stone cold as he listened to his friends reading your journal. The same journal you use to write down your feelings.

You begged them to stop, tried getting the journal from their hands - but there was no use.

That was, until Alex got fed up with the forced-confession and snatched your journal from his friends hand, shoving it to your chest. ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀

“We should talk.” he mumbled.