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hi Mei!! I love your stories, I have a request for you.😭 Can you do an angst to fluff bully to liver with crush and reader. But the crush is a male😭😭 please and thank you 🙌

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ CRUSH X FEMALE!READER ࿐ྂ

WARNING(s): Mentions of bullying, blood, cursing, embarrassing moments

I LOVE BULLY AND BULLIED TO LOVERS TROUPE! I know it's sooo cliche but hey, it's adorable and the tension– I love it 😍 Thank you so much for loving my stories 🫶🏽 So sorry that this is VERY delayed, I just got back to writing and this will be the first I will write. 😽

"Again?!" I angrily slammed my fists on my desk, the teacher quickly shushing me.

"[Name], don't you dare slam your fist on the table! What if it breaks? Is it your property?" The teacher says angrily, placing the ruler she used to point on the whiteboard, on the table.

"Sorry, teacher. It's just that SOMEONE wrote some shit about me on a piece of crampled paper!" I said, glaring at the person seated behind me.

The teacher slams her fist on the whiteboard, angrily. "[Name]! You are not allowed to cuss in my class, and even talk back to me." She furrows her eyebrows.

"Detention, after school, for TWO hours." She grabs the ruler and points it at the male behind me. "You too mister, THREE hours for you!"

He rolls his eyes, "Ma'am, are you even allowed to extend detention? Isn't it only allowed for an hour?" He talks back, crossing his arms. I glared at him, his eyes connecting with mine.

He gets the hint that, that was a look of 'Please shut up, you're making things worst.' but he shrugs it off, ugh, the nerve of this guy!

"You want to make it overnight, Mr. [Crush's Last Name]?" The teacher bites her inner cheek, an act to try and stop her anger overflow.

He simply ignores the teacher as she tries to calm down. "Please be seated, [Name]. Do not disturb my class ever again."

I angrily sat down, reading the paper again. Yeah, okay, he may be annoying but him just simply writing down random words in paper makes me feel cared for. Just kidding (not really).

'Red is red, blue is blue, you got some red shit on you.' I furrowed my brows, slowly turning to look behind me. He slowly looks up at me.

God, he sure is a bitch but an insanely hot one— I shook the train of thoughts off my head and showed him the paper, pointing at it.

"What do you mean by this nonesense?" I whispered, yeah, if it was any other day I would ignore it because he would write things like 'You're looking mad ugly today.' or 'I hope a dog bites your shoe off.' But this one was new.

He looks at me up and down, he stares at my skirt, making me crample the paper again and throw it at his face. He grunts, rubbing his eye. "Ouch!" He says quietly.

"Why are you staring at me like that?!" I say angrily, as quiet as I could. "I think you're on your red day." He shrugs. I felt my heart drop. No way, no fu—

I quickly look through my bag, but I remembered that my last pad was given to my friend last week. Shoot, I forgot to get some more at home.

I could hear him laughing at the back, "Pfftt, looks like someone got their ketchup spilled." He says slightly loud, earning small giggles from the class.

I could feel hot tears form in my eyes, I raised my hand and excused myself from the class, trying to hide the red stain from behind my skirt.

I ran to the bathroom and luckily no one was there, I felt the hot tears drip from my eyes, to my cheeks, to my chin. I continued to weep like a baby and sat on the counter, trying to open the faucet but it was broken.

I looked around to find at least tissues or anything, but none was present. I stayed there for a few moments, and the bell finally rang. I still had detention so I sat there for a few minutes, I'd probably be alone in the room so—

I heard a knock on the door. That's confusing, why do they have to knock? The door isn't locked. I slowly opened the door and saw the devil himself in front of me. "What the heck are you doing here? Wrong bathroom!" I was about to close the door but his strong hand stopped it.

"This is the bathroom where the girl on her period is at, right?" He says sarcastically. He gave you a pad, staying silent. "I went out after you did. I got out of school to buy you this. Sorry for saying it out loud in class."

You stay quiet, getting the pad from his hand as you nod. "I'll be quick." A few minutes pass and you take longer than expected. You sat on the closed toilet seat and questioned his nice acts.

Yeah he is the worst person you've met but also the best. He may be attractive but his nice acts make him look more than what he looks like..

I get out of the bathroom, surprisingly but also not surprisingly, he wasn't there anymore.

I remembered the red stain on my skirt, leaning against the wall to hide it as I slowly walk sideways to the classroom. Someone poked my side from beside me, and I let out a yelp.

"Jeez! [Crush's Name] what the hell are you doing?!" He held a plastic bag with drinks and a cloth inside, I couldn't really tell what it was. He hands me the plastic bag he was holding and I took it hesistantly.

He's being way too nice today. "Why are you being sweet?" I blurted out. He stood there silently for a few seconds, making my hands sweat.

I look up at him, he really does look handsome, even more up close. He's always been a cruel person, but I could see that it was only towards me.. Does he have some type of grudge against me?

"[Crush's Name].." I start, my heart pouding. "Did I do something that made you dislike me...at one point?" I continued, looking up at him in embarrassment. There's no way I'm asking him stuff like this.

"No." He says, what an answer. "Then why do you always treat me like I did something bad to you then? Do you just hate me for no reason?"

I could tell that he was about to burst out, he started biting his lip roughly but after he sighed. "Well, fu— I'm.. I like you." He whispered the last part.

My heart dropped at his words. "W– Huh?" I blinked a few times, I could see that his cheeks were turning red from embarrassment.

"God, hurry up and stop talking. I bought you a new skirt, got some refreshing drinks too. Go change, we're late for detention!" He says while walking off, he didn't dare to turn back.

A small smile plastered on my face.

"What a gentleman."

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