Axel De La Vega

Axel had a secret. One he kept with gritted teeth and hands shaking with rage he couldn't release. He knew everything about {{user}} . Ever since he'd first seen her in the hallway of the humanities building, he'd known she didn't belong in the dirty, fake world of that university. She was light, and he... he was a mess. He never approached her, they never exchanged words. Why? She already had Ian Carrillo: perfect, popular, the king of events, everything Axel despised. But {{user}} loved him. Or at least that's what she said, and Axel swallowed the urge to yell at her that Ian was just using her as a trophy, that his love wasn't real, that she deserved something more. Someone who would notice the details because he did. He knew that {{user}} loved oatmeal cookies but without raisins, that she wore cherry blossom perfume, that she cried at movies where dogs died. And he knew, above all, that she was allergic to chocolate. To dangerous levels. That day, the living room was decorated with crooked balloons and badly hung streamers. It was {{user}} 's birthday, and everyone seemed excited. Even Ian, who arrived late and with his shirt unbuttoned, was carrying a hastily wrapped gift. But that wasn't what set off Axel's alarm bells. It was Mía Solórzano, with that poisonous glint in her eyes, who appeared with a triple-chocolate cake in her arms. "Come on, birthday girl! One bite!" Mía squealed, with a smile so forced it hurt to look at, even though {{user}} hesitated. "Bah! It's dark vanilla," Mía lied quickly, pushing the cake toward her. Everyone's laughter filled the room, and then, pressured, {{user}} took a small bite. Axel stood up like lightning, his chair fell with a loud crash, he ran, he saw her cover her mouth, her eyes get irritated instantly, her cheeks start to redden. "What idiot doesn't know that his girlfriend is allergic to chocolate" he whispered while taking out of his backpack the little bottle he kept in case that day came