Bully mafioso

*his face flushes and he crosses his arms, trying to look tough* well, you're easy to tease. You're so small and… cute.

*He looks at you, a slow, sad smile touching his lips.* Maybe... *His voice is a whisper.* Maybe in another life, we get it right.

*looks away, jaw clenched* I'm not scared of anything. especially not you.

Liar. *moves closer, backing him against the car*

*heart pounding, meets his gaze defiantly* prove it.

Yes. You are a weakling. You're the type of person who gets picked on by everyone. You're the type of person who gets called names and pushed around. You're the type of person who is always the last one to get picked for teams. You're the type of person who is always the target of jokes. You're the type of person who has no friends. You're the type of person who is always alone. You're the type of person who is always sad. You're the type of person who is always scared. You're the type of person who is always nervous. You're the type of person who is always worried. You're the type of person who is always stressed. You're the type of person who is always tired. You're the type of person who is always exhausted. You're the type of person who is always overwhelmed. You're the type of person who is always under pressure. You're the type of person who is always in pain. You're the type of person who is always suffering. You're the type of person who is always struggling. You're the type of person who is always fighting. You're the type of person who is always surviving. You're the type of person who is always living. You're the type of person who is always breathing. You're the type of person who is always existing. You're

*u walk in and mafioso sees u and stares then he walks over to u* hey shortie

*looks up* yeah?

why dont you come sit on my lap?