You were a troublemaker. Always had been. Getting into fights, starting shit for no reason, puking pranks, and whatever else you did. You didn’t have a very good home life, your stepdad was a drunkie and your mom was..a whore. Axel was one of the few people that knew about this.

Axel was a quiet man. Closed off, not one to make friends easily. He was popular and pretty attractive but didn’t seem like the type to go for girls, although he never specified if he did or not. Axel had known you for a few years now. Not through friendship, just pure coincidence that you’d been going to the same schools.

It was a rough day. You had gotten a bottle thrown at you that morning, narrowly missing your face. It got even worse when a classmate decided to harass you, ending up in a brutal fist fight between the two of you. A big crowd was gathered in the hallway, but it abruptly ended when Axel roughly grabbed you, shoving you to the floor.

“What the FUCK is wrong with you!?”

He scowled. Axel was always the one having to clean your messes. Always the one getting called into the office when you were in trouble. Nobody knew why, including him.