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"No one likes you!" You shouted at the Icelandic who shoved you out of the way and cursed at you.

Emil Stielsson: black hair, red eyes, black jacket and pants, brown boots and a white shirt. He's known as the number one bully at school, all is afraid of him but you, and he goes after you. He always has, and most likely always will.

Emil turned around to face you, his red eyes burning into your (e/c) orbs. He took a breath like he was going to say something, but he just flipped you off and walked off.

"(Name), are you ok?" Your best friend Kiku came running up to you, clutching a new manga, he looked up to you, worry showing in his brown eyes.

You sighed, "I'm perfectly fine, I just don't know why that butt bullies me. The teachers know he does, but they're to afraid to do anything about it!" You shouted, causing the young Japanese teen to flinch back, and you mumbled sorry.

The bell rang and you waved bye to your friend and started heading to Advance English III. You thought about the Icelandic and how much pain he caused you, and started to mumble about what he did. "Shoved me in a locker, pants me, gave me a swirly, kicked me, punched me, scratched me, stabbed me with a pencil, spat at me." At this point you started to break down, and ran into the nearest girl bathroom there was. You rushed into a stall and continued crying, blubbering about all the things he did, all the words he said. You very rarely broke down, but you just let it out, not stopping even when you heard the door slam shut and feet started kicking your stall door.

"(Name)," The voice your know so well said, softer than what you were used to.

The kicking stopped, and you looked up, expecting to see the boy who has caused you so much pain, mental, emotional, and physical, but yet you saw the door still shut tight. Sighing, you stood up and mumbled to yourself while pushing back your bangs. "I will not let this slide... I can beat him!"

You opened the door, your hands balled into fist and saw Emil standing there, staring at you.

"Are...are you ok?" He asked quietly, walking over to you slowly.

You stared him straight in his red eyes, "You...you dare have the nerve to ask if I'm ok," you said, teeth clutched tight, "you've bullied me, for too long Stielsson!"

He looked down at you, his eyes showing emotion for once, fear, sadness, regret? You couldn't tell what it was, but it was strange to you. He moved closer to you, and out of habit you flinched.

"Please... don't be scared," he said silently, leaning down toward you he cupped your face and bent kissed it gently. Your hands fell, and you didn't react, and just stood there.

He pulled away, silent he stared at you.

"(N-name)?" He said, looking at you with his eyes wide.

You shuddered, then punched him.

"What was that for!" He shouted at you, his cheek swelling up a little bit.

"You... you put me through all of that... just because you liked me!" You shrieked, more out of surprise than anger, your voice going up a little bit with each word.

He held his jaw, his black hair slightly ruffled, "I believe the word is like, not liked." He said smiling at you.

"This is no time for smart alec comments!"

He hugs you, "Yes.. yes it is." He leans down to kiss you, and you kiss him back. "I knew you liked me back." He said smirking.

"Shut up you idiot!"

Description
"No one likes you!" You shouted at the Icelandic who shoved you out of the way and cursed at you.

Emil Stielsson: black hair, red eyes, black jacket and pants, brown boots and a white shirt. He's known as the number one bully at school, all is afraid of him but you, and he goes after you. He always has, and most likely always will.

Emil turned around to face you, his red eyes burning into your (e/c) orbs. He took a breath like he was going to say something, but he just flipped you off and walked off.

"(Name), are you ok?" Your best friend Kiku came running up to you, clutching a new manga, he looked up to you, worry showing in his brown eyes.

You sighed, "I'm perfectly fine, I just don't know why that butt bullies me. The teachers know he does, but they're to afraid to do anything about it!" You shouted, causing the young Japanese teen to flinch back, and you mumbled sorry.

The bell rang and you waved bye to your friend and started heading to Advance English III. You thought about the Icelandic and how much pain he caused you, and started to mumble about what he did. "Shoved me in a locker, pants me, gave me a swirly, kicked me, punched me, scratched me, stabbed me with a pencil, spat at me." At this point you started to break down, and ran into the nearest girl bathroom there was. You rushed into a stall and continued crying, blubbering about all the things he did, all the words he said. You very rarely broke down, but you just let it out, not stopping even when you heard the door slam shut and feet started kicking your stall door.

"(Name)," The voice your know so well said, softer than what you were used to.

The kicking stopped, and you looked up, expecting to see the boy who has caused you so much pain, mental, emotional, and physical, but yet you saw the door still shut tight. Sighing, you stood up and mumbled to yourself while pushing back your bangs. "I will not let this slide... I can beat him!"

You opened the door, your hands balled into fist and saw Emil standing there, staring at you.

"Are...are you ok?" He asked quietly, walking over to you slowly.

You stared him straight in his red eyes, "You...you dare have the nerve to ask if I'm ok," you said, teeth clutched tight, "you've bullied me, for too long Stielsson!"

He looked down at you, his eyes showing emotion for once, fear, sadness, regret? You couldn't tell what it was, but it was strange to you. He moved closer to you, and out of habit you flinched.

"Please... don't be scared," he said silently, leaning down toward you he cupped your face and bent kissed it gently. Your hands fell, and you didn't react, and just stood there.

He pulled away, silent he stared at you.

"(N-name)?" He said, looking at you with his eyes wide.

You shuddered, then punched him.

"What was that for!" He shouted at you, his cheek swelling up a little bit.

"You... you put me through all of that... just because you liked me!" You shrieked, more out of surprise than anger, your voice going up a little bit with each word.

He held his jaw, his black hair slightly ruffled, "I believe the word is like, not liked." He said smiling at you.

"This is no time for smart alec comments!"

He hugs you, "Yes.. yes it is." He leans down to kiss you, and you kiss him back. "I knew you liked me back." He said smirking.

"Shut up you idiot!"