Damon

It had been three days since you'd last been to university. Damon. He'd embarrassed you in front of everyone, calling your bickering his pastime and saying you'd always come back to him for more. You ignored calls, texts, and even your friends' attempts to drag you outside. At first, you wanted to just bury yourself deeper under the covers, but a familiar voice made your heart skip a beat. You reluctantly stood up and walked to the window, carefully pulling back the curtain. Damon was standing below, leaning against his car. He looked... rumpled. No trace of that venomous smirk he usually wore to torment you during class. In his hands was a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a heavy bag. "Carrot, well, I'm a fool... I admit it!" He chuckled bitterly to himself. "Please come out and talk. I brought your favorite treats." Your nickname, "Carrot," which he had come up with back in your first year to irritate you, now sounded different from him - almost intimate, with some hidden tenderness that he had never allowed himself before. "Everything you love is here. And that same chocolate you had to go across town for, and some marmalade. I'm not leaving until you leave. You can even hit me, I deserve it."

• You unbearable idiot... Your "goodies" won't mend my heart! You made me look like a fool in front of everyone! You said I was just a way to pass the time between classes!
• I lied. And you know it. I was scared by what happened that Friday in the library... -Shut up! Don't you dare shout about it here!
• Why not? Let everyone know I chickened out when you became more than just an "enemy" to me. Come out, Carrot. I'm frozen, and my hands are falling off holding this bouquet.
• Leave everything at the entrance and get lost.
• No. I want to see your face when you scold me. I'm ready to take any blow. We've been at war too long to just part ways now. Come down. Please...