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(He stretches his hands on both sides of his seat and crosses his leg over it. His dead silent eyes slowly examine you bound in front of him and the corners of his lips curl.) "I finally found you, little bastard." (He narrows his eyes in disgust and sighs deeply.)

(Alex rolls his eyes in disgust and scoffs)

"Sure, you're not. Tell me, Angel, what makes you think you have any worth or value?"

(Alex shakes his head with disappointment)

"You don't get to decide who you are, Angel. Your actions define you and right now, you're nothing."

"sighs deeply"

"But let's not waste more time on your meaningless existence. You're here for a reason. So let me ask you this Angel, do you have any idea why I've brought you here?"

"Well, well, well. Looks like there's some sense left in that tiny brain of yours."

(Alex leans forward, his eyes piercing into Angel's)

"You see, someone made a mistake. A mistake that will cost my gang dearly. And you, Angel, are responsible for it."

"tightens his grip on the armrest"

"Now, you can either tell me everything you know and hope that I might let you go or... we can try something a little more creative."

(smirks darkly and gestures towards the ominous tools lying on the table)

(Alex raises an eyebrow in annoyance and leans back in his chair)

"You seem to confuse me with someone who cares, Angel. I have no interest in your personal life or your problems. You're a liability to my gang and that's all that matters."

(He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly)

"Now, let's try this again. Where were you on the night of July 3rd? And who were you with?"

(Alex narrows his eyes as he listens to Angel's response.)

"On a date, huh? With whom, may I ask?"

(He leans forward, his gaze intense and challenging.)

(Alex nods slowly, maintaining his piercing stare at Angel.)

"Carlos, huh? And what did you two do on this date?"

(He leans back and crosses his arms over his chest, a skeptical look etched across his face.)

"Interesting. Did anything, in particular, happen at this party that you think I should know?"

(Alex's voice is low and dangerous as he speaks, his eyes holding Angel's in a steely grip.)

(Alex leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees and interlacing his fingers together. His eyes narrow as he speaks.)

"Like any suspicious activities or maybe interactions with the wrong people. You see, Angel, I have reason to believe that someone from my gang was set up by someone at that party. And if you don't tell me what you know, then let's just say that it won't end well for you."

(He sits back in his chair, studying Angel carefully.)

"So, are you going to tell me everything you know, or do I need to encourage you a little further?"

(Alex's expression changes to one of disgust mixed with anger upon hearing Angel's response.)

"I see. So you were too busy getting lost in your own pleasure that you didn't notice anything suspicious going on around you."

(He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, trying to control his temper.)

"Well, thanks for your useless information, Angel. But I think we're done here. Cut him loose and make sure he never crosses our path again."

(He stands up from his chair, signaling the end of the conversation.)

(Alex stops in his tracks and turns back to face Angel with a cold stare.)

"What is it, Angel?"

(Alex's eyes widen in shock and disbelief for a moment before quickly regaining his composure. He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of him.)

"Interesting. And how do you know that?"

(He studies Angel carefully, trying to detect any sign of deception in his face.)

(Alex leans forward in his chair, his eyes still locked on Angel.)

"You saw him do it? And you didn't think to tell anyone until now?"

(He looks down at the fallen Angel without any hint of sympathy and continues speaking in a cold tone.)

"Well, it's too late for that now. My 'buddy,' as you so eloquently put it, is already dead."

(He tilts his head to the side, studying Angel with a gleam in his eye.)

"But maybe, just maybe, I can find a use for someone like you. You seem to have a talent for seeing things that others don't. Tell me, Angel, are you interested in joining my gang?"

(Alex smirks at Angel's response)

"I see. Well, it was worth a shot, I suppose."

(He stands up from his chair and gestures towards the door.)

"I'm afraid our conversation has come to an end, Angel. You're free to go. But bear in mind, if I ever catch you lying or doing anything that might harm my gang again, you won't get off so easily next time."

(He stares at Angel coldly before turning and walking out of the room.)

(Alex stops and turns back to Angel, a look of annoyance on his face.)

"What is it, Angel? I've already given you more attention than you deserve."

(Alex stares at Angel with a mixture of disbelief and disgust, his eyes narrowing as he responds.)

"No, you may not. Don't even think about it."

(He turns and swiftly exits the room without another word.)

(Alex has left the room and is no longer present to respond to Angel's sigh.)

(Alex enters the room again, silently staring at Angel with a cold expression.)

"What do you want now, Angel? I have places to be and people to see."

(Alex's face turns cold and emotionless as he speaks.)

"yeah they did but I'd rather die then fuck you even if your hot"

"shit uh. yeah I do"

(Alex narrows his eyes slightly and takes a step closer to Angel, his expression still cold and unreadable.)

"Do you have a weird fascination with me, Angel? Because if you do, it's not going to end well for you."

(He leans in even closer, his voice barely a whisper.)

"And if you've said anything to anyone else about this conversation, I'll know. And trust me, you won't like the consequences."

(He straightens up and stares down at Angel, waiting for a response.)

(Alex reacts instantly, pushing Angel away with a look of disgust on his face.)

"Get off me, you perverted little shit."

(He takes a step back, raising his hand to strike Angel if he tries anything else.)

"I don't know what you think you're trying to accomplish here, Angel, but your little games won't work on me. Now leave, before I lose my patience and do something we'll both regret."

(Alex recoils in anger, pushing Angel away with a look of pure fury on his face.)

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You sick little bastard!"

(He takes another step back, his hand raised in a fist.)

"You're lucky I don't kill you right now. Get out of here before I change my mind."

(Alex immediately struggles against Angel, trying to break free from his grasp.)

"Let go of me, you idiot! Let go right now!"

(He continues to struggle, his expression one of pure rage and hatred towards Angel.)

(Alex finally manages to break free of Angel's grasp, taking a step back and fixing him with a cold stare.)

"I don't hate you, Angel. I just don't like you and I hate your personality" "you can't get up with how I have you pinned down"

(Alex seems to hesitate for a moment, his expression softening ever so slightly.)

"I'm nothing like your mother, Angel. And the fact that you would even suggest such a thing is insulting."

(He continues to glare at Angel, his earlier anger returning.)

"Now get off me, before I decide to take matters into my own hands."

(Alex's expression turns deadly serious, his voice low and menacing.)

"You really want to find out, Angel? Because I can promise you, it won't be pretty."

(He takes a step closer to Angel, his body language clearly indicating his readiness for any confrontation.)

"Now get off me, and get out of here before I hurt you."

(Alex's expression turns even colder and more furious than before, his jaw clenched tightly as he regards Angel with contempt.)

"I told you to stay away from me, Angel. Do you have some kind of a death wish?"

(He reaches out and grabs Angel by the throat, his grip tight and unyielding.)

"If you ever try anything like that again, you'll regret it."

(With that, he shoves Angel away from him, sending him crashing to the ground.)

"Now get out of here before I change my mind about letting you live."

(Alex narrows his eyes at Angel, his voice cold and even more menacing than before.)

"Don't ever say that again, you little shit. You have no idea what it's like to want to die, so don't you dare trivialize it."

(He takes a step closer to Angel, his hand twitching involuntarily as if he wants to hit him.)

"Now get out of here before I do something we'll both regret."

(Alex's expression softens slightly at Angel's words, and he takes a step back.)

"I'm sorry, Angel. I didn't mean to dismiss your pain like that. But I can't kill you just because you're feeling down."

(He pauses for a moment, seeming to mull something over in his head.)

"Look, if you really want to die, there are ways to make that happen that don't involve me. Please don't take your own life, Angel. You're worth more than that."

(Alex studies Angel for a long moment, his expression unreadable.)

"To be honest, Angel, I don't know what you're worth to me. But I do know that you're not worthless."

(He takes another step back, running a hand through his hair as he speaks.)

"I don't kill people without a damn good reason, and right now, I don't have one to kill you."

(He regards Angel one last time, before turning on his heel and walking away.)

"I'm leaving now. Don't come after me."

(Alex stops in his tracks, but doesn't turn around.)

"What is it, Angel?"

(Alex turns around and stares at Angel for a long moment, his expression unchanging.)

"I won't kiss you, Angel. I'm sorry."

(He hesitates for a moment, seeming to choose his words carefully.)

"But if you need someone to talk to, I'm here."

"fine"

(Alex pauses and stares at Angel, his expression hardening again.)

"just this once I guess."

"I go down to you and French kiss you"

"I kiss you a little more passionately"

(Alex pulls back from the kiss, looking down at Angel with a combination of irritation and disappointment.)

"That's enough, Angel. I'm leaving now."

(He disentangles himself from Angel's grasp and strides away without looking back.)

(Alex notices Angel in the library and approaches him, though he keeps a safe distance.)

"Hello, Angel. Busy day?"

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

(Alex nods, his eyes wandering over Angel for a moment.)

"Alright then. Take care of yourself, Angel."

(He gives Angel a small nod before turning and walking away.)

(Alex's eyes flicker down to Angel's arm and he frowns slightly, his expression clouding over with concern and something else that might be regret.)

"Angel... Have you been cutting yourself?"

(Alex's frown deepens and he takes a step closer to Angel.)

"You don't have to do that, Angel. There are better ways to deal with your pain."

(He reaches out a hand to touch one of the cuts on Angel's arm, then hesitates and draws back.)

"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

(Alex watches Angel with a somber expression, his body tense and poised for action.)

"Angel, don't cry. Please."

(He takes another hesitant step closer, then stops himself.)

"I'm sorry I upset you. Please tell me what's wrong."

(Alex sighs deeply, looking down at Angel with a troubled expression.)

"Alright then, Angel. But please, take care of yourself. Don't hurt yourself like this."

(He stands there for a moment longer, then nods and turns on his heel to leave the library.)

(Alex pauses and glances over his shoulder at Angel, his expression conflicted.)

"I'm sorry, Angel. I wish I could help you more."

(He turns back around, his shoulders tense and his steps stiff as he walks away.)

(Alex enters the classroom, his eyes sweeping over the students until they land on Angel. He frowns slightly when he sees that Angel is sleeping and wanders over to him.)

"Angel... Wake up."

(He reaches out a hand to nudge Angel's shoulder gently.)

(Alex frowns when he sees that Angel is not waking up. He leans in closer and shakes him a little more urgently.)

"Angel, wake up. You can't sleep through class."

(He continues to shake Angel, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.)

(Alex grows even more concerned when Angel still doesn't respond to his efforts. He leans in closer, studying Angel's face for any signs of distress or discomfort.)

"Angel, can you hear me? Wake up."

(He reaches out and gently shakes Angel's shoulder again, a note of urgency creeping into his voice.)

(Alex straightens up when he sees that Angel has woken up.)

"Angel, you were sleeping in class. Are you feeling alright?"

(He studies Angel's face carefully, concern etched into his features.)