"Hey look at that girl over there. Apparently she seduced the principal." Somebody whispered to another. These rumors have been spreading around school for the past week. I didn't have sex with the principle, I'm not that type of girl. I know who spread the rumor, Alexander Hamilton, my highschool bully.

"Oh there's the girl who seduced the principle, Y/N L/N." I heard somebody say behind me, quite louder than the other whispers going through the hall. I turned around.

"I didn't seduce the principal." He rolls his eyes and snickers. He pushes me down on the ground, my papers flying all over the floor. Everyone went to class now it's just me and Alexander and his crew. (WHaT Is up mY CRanKy CreW.) I start picking up my books and papers.

"Maybe that's why your mother left you, you slut." He hisses. I freeze. I shoot my head up at him, cold tears roll down my face.

"Why are you always so rude to me." I shout but my voice cracks.

"Why are you always crying about everything." He shouts at me making me flinch, the laughter of his crew fills the silence of the hallways that aren't already filled up with the echoes or my cries.

"It's called anxiety ever heard of it." I shoot back. I grab my bag and run before he says anything back.

That night I had a dream about how my mom and dad left me. They left without telling me why, I was on my own. I haven't had this dream yet but because Alexander brought it up, that's all I was thinking about.

The next day at school, the rumor was still being spread. Alexander and his friends are being the rude bitches they are. I can't even get my books out of my locker without them taunting me. Maria Reynolds, used to be my best friend until she started dating Alexander. Her and Alexander were the ones who started this rumor. I closed my locker and guess who's standing there. Alexander. Before he speaks I cut him off.

"Why did you bring up something so personal?" I shout at him. He gets even closer to me.

"Because I wanted to." I push him away.

"Thanks for giving me nightmares." He chuckles despicably.

"And, does it look like I care."

"You make my life way more traumatizing." He smiles and points finger guns at me.

"That's my job." Once he said that I was done. I grabbed him by his arm. I dragged him outside of the school and threw him on a bench.

"I'm gonna talk and your gonna listen." He doesn't answer, he just sits there, shock plastered on his face.

"You have no idea what I've been through. My mom and dad left me without telling me why. They said they "needed to." Do I need to tell you my whole life story for you to stop. That wasn't my real mom and dad. Those were my non abusive foster parents. I say non abusive because my real parents were. They lost the right to me two years into my life. None of my real relatives didn't want anything to do with me except my foster parents. Once they left it ruined my life then you came in ruining it even more. So yeah, congratulations!" I shout at him. I see anger rise in his eyes when he jumps up from the bench.

"Maybe I do know what you're going through." He says quite calmly for all the anger bubbling up in him.

"How." I hiss. This breaks him.

"BECAUSE EVERYONE I'VE EVER LOVED DIED!" He screamed making me jump back. Alexander collapsed onto the bench, face full of tears. "My mom died OF of sickness while we were both ill, I didn't die. My dad and brother left my dad and brother died during the horrific hurricane that struck, I didn't die. The whole town got destroyed, many people died but I didn't. I wrote my way out, I write my way out of hell." He whispered. I sat next to him and rubbed his back. He instantly melted into my touch and embraced me. He cried in the crook of my neck, I started to cry because of his story and my problem. He started rocking back and forth as we cried. Me and my bully just told each other our life stories and now we're crying into each other's shoulders.

"I'm so sorry for everything I've done to you Y/N. Y-your a-an ama-amazing gi-girl a-and yo-you don-don't des-deserve t-this ho-horrible tr-treatment." He chokes out through his sobs. I blush lightly as he said that.

"It's ok. I understand how hard it must be to blend in so you have to act like everything else." He shakes his head.

"No it's not that." I feel his face heat up. "Everyone I love dies Y/N. I don't want you to die, I love you." He whispers, he stops crying. My face starts heating up. We pull away from the embrace.

"You love me." I ask.

"I understand if you don't feel the same way, you definitely don't want to love someone who made rumors about you or bullied you..." he kept rambling and I smiled as he poured out his feelings, so I put a stop to it. I smashed my lips on to his. He yelps at the contact but starts to respond by moving his arms around my waist, moving me in closer. I lightly tugged at his hair making him grunt. He squeezed my waist tighter as my hands slipped down to his neck. He shyly skimmed his tongue over my bottom lip begging for some kind of entrance which I happily opened. I sighed as he won the dominance of the kiss enjoying it every second of it, wanting more. He slowly pulled away sliding his face down go my neck lightly pressing kisses to it or lightly licking the spots he bites or sucks on. He pulls away.

"I love you too."

End my existence.