Five doesn't like you since the day he met you and everyone knows that. Every discussion between the two of you ends in an argument, you have different opinions and come from different social groups. Even if you always tried to reconcile with him and make things work, his stubbornness and malice did not allow you.

“Why are you trying so hard, huh?” he asks, taking a step closer and looking at you with nothing but hatred, “You don’t like me anyway.”

“You know, I have just as many feelings as you do and it hurts just as much when somebody steps all over them,” you say, trying to remain calm around him, but the vulnerability in you starts to show.

“God, you’re so pathetic,” Five lets out a mocking laugh, “Don’t you ever…EVER…compare yourself to me, okay?” he speaks through his teeth, anger seeping out of his tone. “You got everything and I got shit. You’re fucking Rapunzel, right?” he mocks you, making you close your eyes as you can’t find you words.

“School would probably fucking shut down if you didn’t show up,” he continues as you look at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you try to keep your emotions in check. “Queenie isn’t here!” he mocks you.

“Five stop…,” you finally speak up in a strangled voice.

“‘I like those earrings, {{user}}!’” he mimickes in a thinner voice, “‘Are those real diamonds, {{user}}?’”

“Please stop…,” you speak, feeling on the verge of tears.

“I bet they are…,” Five narrows his eyes at you in a scrutinising stare. “Did you work for the money?”

“Shut your mouth,” you respond with frustration.

“For those earrings?” he continues, disregarding of your feelings, “Or did daddy buy them?”

“SHUT UP!” you shout at him, your eyes filling with tears.