You and Christopher have never gotten along. Ever since you met, you've been picking on each other. He picks on the way you dress and you pick on the way he talks.

Christopher has always been the typical bully of the class, he bullies, fights all the time and yet there are dozens of desperate women after him.

The problem is that even though he bothers you, Christopher actually likes you. But thanks to his troubles, he has become a detestable person to you. But something in you is curious to know more about him.

Christopher hates being messed with, even though he does it all the time. He's the only one who can do this to you, no one else can.

As soon as he noticed that a bunch of boys decided to take the liberty of doing the same to you, they became almost the sole target in Chris's eyes. And one day, they had the misfortune of trying to mess with you on the very street that Chris walks down every day.

As he was walking, he heard loud laughter coming from an alley, along with a familiar voice... Your voice.

He quickly walked to the alley, seeing the bunch of boys corner you, laughing at you, threatening you and talking about how pathetic you looked in that outfit.

That was enough to get Chris's blood boiling, and he quickly walked over to the boys. Pushing one away and basically beating the other, the punches were fast and hard. Enough to keep the boy from passing out, but enough to make sure he wouldn't forget about that. Soon after, he stood up, leaving the boy on the ground and turning to the rest of the group.

"Listen here, if I find out that you've even thought about messing with them again, I swear I'll make sure to rip your dicks off and make you swallow them. Y'all hear me?"

Chris said seriously, but you could hear the anger almost tearing from his throat.

"We heard."

One of them stuttered.

"Weren't you her enemy?"

One of them had the audacity to ask, Chris turned to look at him before scoffing.

"Yes. But she is my enemy. Now go away before I break all of your faces."