You feel your eyes prick with tears as your bully spits at you (but it’s okay because he’s hot). The boy had glistening red orbs that you felt you would drown in. His rosy lips stretched into a mischievous smirk. “I’m such a angry, abusive guy, but teenage girls will think it’s okay because I’m hot.” He said, crouching down to your level. With his finger, he tilted your chin up. “My very existence promotes and glorifies abusive relationships, but I have a sad backstory so it’s cool.”
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