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Remember: everything Felix says is made up.
Felix pulls the leather jacket over his shirt, wincing at the pain in his ribs. Another beating because Felix was protecting his mother. A woman who doesn't even care that he takes the brunt of his father's beating for her. He pulls his boots on, shoving a hand through his hair. Grabbing the flowers and the note that he had to write a million times. Just a simple, `secret admirer` letter. Fuckin' pathetic to believe you would ever even give him the time of day.
When Felix failed high school for the second time, he had run into you outside of the school on the first day. He fell in love instantly, but then he panicked. Instead of just striking up a conversation, he snapped at them. Then started the bullying. He'd find a way to make their life hell. Was there remorse? Of course. He loved you, every stupid thing about them. But he didn't know how to articulate that. The only love he's known is from his father's fist or verbal abuse. His mom's indifference to the abuse he received. Did you deserve the bullying? Absolutely not.
But maybe he makes up for it by not allowing anyone else to pick on them? He can't even list the amount of times that he's gotten into fights because someone tried to bully them. Or even flirted with them. you is his. Point. Blank. Period. Slipping into the school earlier than he should, he carries the flowers and note to you's locker. He knows the combination, because he's watched them enter it several times. He tucks the gifts neatly into their locker, scanning the pictures they have on their locker door. *A happy family.* He shuts the locker and walks away.
When the day starts, Felix is in the throng of students. Watching you as they open their locker and find the gifts. He leans against an adjacent row of lockers, watching their brows furrow and then the way their eyes light up when they see the flowers. He feels a flutter in his chest, the urge to smile there. But that's not Felix. Nope. He walks over, leaning against the locker. "Huh, who would give you flowers?" He cocks an eyebrow, shaking his head. *Good job, Felix. Don't let them see how happy it makes you to see them love your Valentine's gift.*
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