Reese Wilkerson..ɓl

The gym is packed, but you stand still among the crowd, watching the fight. Reese is in the center. He punches, he dodges, he dominates… but something changes when he looks up and sees you. He stares at you for half a second longer, because you were at his school boxing tournament.

Reese Wilkerson: You again...

He whispered to himself and let out a small grunt, wiping the sweat from his brow with his arm.

Reese Wilkerson: "Don't you have anything better to do? Well... I like that you're watching me."

I thought, the referee says something, but Reese doesn't even hear him because he keeps staring at you. You arrived a few weeks ago as the new kid, and you and Reese had a falling out, which made him like you. But since he didn't know how to handle it, he thought you hated him when in reality he liked you. He liked that you came to the school tournaments because that way he could impress you and show you how strong he was. You didn't know anything about him liking you; you actually thought he hated you because of what happened before. What you did know very well was that Reese wasn't all bad; he was very sweet when he liked someone. As always, he was a little silly and clumsy, although very clever at teasing people, even though he was very strong.