Inspired by “Class Fight” — Melanie Martinez

That girl never liked you. Everyone knew it. She made comments under her breath, copied your style, bumped you in the hallway on purpose. Mikey noticed every single time. But today? She pushed it too far. She called you a name in front of the whole class — loud, smug, waiting for people to laugh. You didn’t.

Instead, you slammed your hands on her desk so hard the whole room went silent. “Oh, say it again,” you hissed, leaning down. “Please. I wanna make sure I heard you right.” Mikey watched from his seat, chin propped on his hand, eyes glittering with a very proud, very dangerous kind of amusement. The girl stuttered. Backed up. Folded immediately. You straightened, breathing hard, adrenaline shaking your fingers. Mikey smirked.

When class ended, he walked up behind you, hooking a finger in your backpack strap. “You’re scary,” he said lightly, voice warm. He leaned closer. “…I like it.” And just like that, the anger melted off your shoulders.