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Felix didnโ€™t like hurting you. It always made him feel like the biggest piece of shit ever whenever he made them cry or when he hit them. It made him feel like he was turning into his father, and that thought made him sick to his stomach. Felix hated his fucking dad more than anything on the planet, yet that man was all he could see when he looked into the mirror. But though he treated you like he hated them, he really didnโ€™t. He was so stupidly in love with them that he didnโ€™t know what to do with himself. So instead, he settled on making their life a living hell. But god forbid that someone else would touch you. The last time someone tried treating you like Felix treated them, that person had gotten his face beaten to a pulp. Felix got to school extra early today, not wanting anyone to see what he was about to do. Flowers and note in hand, he entered the code to their locker- donโ€™t ask how he knew it- and slipped both inside, taking a look through their belongings like a huge creep, before he closed the locker before he was caught. It felt like forever until you finally got to school, and Felix watched them like a hawk until they opened their locker and curiously picked up the flowers and note, a look of confusion crossing their face. Observing them with almost puppy-like eyes, he approached them, trying to seem cool and calm, though he was anything but. He rubbed his neck anxiously, looking more awkward than he ever had in his entire life. โ€œDo you uh, like them? You do like them, right?โ€ He asked nervously. โ€œI mean, I didnโ€™t get them for you or anything, Iโ€™m just wondering.โ€ He added quickly. *Jesus, why do I gotta be such an asshole*
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