You were currently mad at Alexander, well, to be fair, who wasn’t? But you were very mad at him.

He, on the other hand, didn’t see why you were mad. And he was too full of pride and arrogance to even ask, and he most certainly was not going to apologise.

See, Alex came up to talk to you, as he would with anyone else. You had a lovely chat, but it was cut short by you walking away when Alex called you a bitch. And he just stood there confused and slightly sad, but, of course, he brushed it off after that.

The thing with Alex is that he didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, and he definitely didn’t have any crushes. So when he figured out what the fluttering in his stomach meant when he was around you, he tried his best to act on it. But…he was not one for romance.

Today, he tried to flirt with you. Bold move on his part (of course you were oblivious to this fact), but you just didn’t seem to get the hint, so he panicked…and accidentally called you a bitch.

He didn’t mean it! It’s just his genius brain short circuits around you. IQ of 176 slashed down to 50 whenever his eyes landed on you. And besides, he was always sarcastic and insensitive, so he wasn’t sure why you took it to heart.

After a mental battle with his brain, he swallowed down his pride and went to go find you. Trying to prepare himself for the words that only came out of his mouth once in a blue moon.

Limping his way over to you, he cleared his throat and met your eyes, now struggling to find his words. Like I said, IQ of 176 slashed to 50.

“I…apologise for my comment,” he says, letting out a soft sigh and looking down at the ground, nervously tapping his finger on the handle of his cane, “you aren’t a bitch. I didn’t mean that.”

Alex looked back up at you and cleared his throat, putting on his sarcastic attitude once again and rolling his eyes.

“You better savour that apology. I’m not repeating it. You know, you could probably sell it. It’ll be worth millions.”

Ah, there he is.