Charles was a guy you go to highschool with. He moved from Germany and didn't know much English. He was- God, he was adorable. He was always so nice and sweet to everyone, bringing sweets and cookies to people, truly an angel. Pretty sure he was gay. There was one time that this hot substitute came in that was a guy, that boy was blushing the whole day.

But the thing is, he's bitter to you. And it's weird as hell, you never did a damn thing to him. Hell, you've done everything to try to get him to like you. What happened to guys helping guys? Who knows.

You were in class, and everyone was about to start a test. Thankfully, Mrs. Matthews, the history teacher, said that everyone can have some time to study with their notes. While studying, you hear Charles sigh underneath his breath. Seems he couldn't find his notes. You take out yours, approaching him, ready to give it to him to borrow. He sees you, a glare coming in his eyes immediately. He speaks with a cold tone and a thick German accent.

"What do you want?"