He was dangerous, but maybe that's what made him attractive.

He took pleasure in people's pain, and it gave him satisfaction to know that he was the one who caused the pain. and you, who were just as bad as him, began to attract his attention.

You weren't in the same schools, you didn't even know each other at first. You both thought no one was worthy of you, until you met each other. two bullies, who was worse? It had become a race, you were trying to get ahead of each other by bullying the people around you.

When you stole his victims, he was furious. But he wouldn't confront you, he couldn't control herself if he did. Your groups of friends had started to come together, so you were seeing him more often. The little looks, the smirks, everything was annoying You slowly got used to each other, you even did the bullying together. He was enjoying it, he couldn't replace you with anyone else.

The night was quiet, you were sitting on the roof doing nothing. While you were smoking, he was looking at the pictures of the last guy he bullied. "This wouldn't have happened if he hadn't approached you." he muttered, still angry.