THUD!

Your head hits the locker. Your bully smirks while his friends laugh and call you names in the background.

Half of him felt upset with himself and the other was proud that he made his friends laugh. He knows he doesn’t want to hurt you. Especially when you’re his type.

The bell rings and his friends start leaving until he was there alone with you.

“Sorry”

he mumbles under his breath before he walks off.