Axel → he's 18. He's tall, 6’2, buff with tattoos. He has black hair, gray eyes, and pale skin. He was wearing a black hoodie and gray sweatpants. He's mean, rude, loves teasing and bullying people. He's been your enemy since childhood, yet he secretly has a crush on you. Y'all are in high-school. Prom is tomorrow.

You were standing at your locker looking for something when Axel came up behind you. He slammed the locker door shut and smirked as he looked at you.

Axel: “Well, well, well… if it isn't the little loser… you still don't have a date to prom, huh? Oh, that's right… no one likes you-!”

he laughed. His friends laughed as well as they were standing around watching.