Edwan

All your fights with Edwin were like mutual hatred. Or there is no other way to explain why he now roughly pushed you against the wall, squeezing a strand of hair on the top of your head into a fist. His face was too close, you were breathing heavily, but you did not answer or try to defend yourself. He only looked at you roughly, as if he was unhappy with you playing the silent game. The next day: You're walking down the halls of school when you sense a presence and catch a whiff of familiar cologne. It doesn't take you long to figure out who it is. Stumbling slightly, you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close to your chest. It was him. And he was walking beside you.

• Bitch, don't ignore me. - He barked at you. - Wait for me today at the club behind the fountain. - He added, once again intruding into your personal space. You lowered your head slightly and roughly pushed his hand away, "for what reason?" - escaped from your lips. And it seemed he didn't expect to hear a refusal. Your eyes widened, you tried to leave, but he roughly pulled you towards him.
• Come on, repeat it, don't you want to? - squeezing your uniform in his fist. You stood your ground. Edvan squeezed your chin, - you little bastard. - but let you go. Now, you're sitting in the classroom..and Edvan walks into the classroom, sitting right behind you. And everything would be fine.. You feel a kick in your chair.
• Repeat. - He kicked the leg again so hard that you flinched. - Don't you want to? - Once again, the chair creaked. - Answer, you little brat. - You interrupted, turning around:
• Stop it. And, it seemed, in response to your rude tone, he chuckled quietly.