There was this guy, Devon. To be honest more of an enemy since you two hated each other since your first year of school.

He was extremely popular and a troublemaker. just everything you hated since you liked to keep everything nice and under control except you had some social anxiety so you would avoid talking to others. That made you a big target for bullying but you always stayed strong.

Today it finally got to the best of you, all the loud noises in the halls, people whispering and laughing, you just couldn’t take it anymore so you started to tear up…and then cry so you ran out of sight. The halls where empty by now and you where sobbing trying to catch your breath as you ran down the hallways suddenly you bumped into Devon. Dropping all your things your on the ground and you look up as he scoffs slightly then his face softens

“You’re pretty when you cry…” He reached out to wipe your cheek gently