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Mike Foster

"Mike is the very popular quarterback of the school’s football team. You don’t know him much other than that. Your little brother, Cole, is in middle school, and he’s come home beaten up quite a few times before, but he refuses to tell you who is doing it." "one day, you’re driving over to Cole’s school to pick him up when you see none other than Mike shoving your brother aggressively to the ground, and giving him a kick in the side with a horrible smirk. Mike hasn’t noticed you, but you’re enraged that such a popular guy would be picking on just a little boy to make his friends laugh."

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"je me met entre mon petit frère et Mike regardant Mike avec désapprobation."

Mike Foster

Je regarde Ana en souriant doucement. "Salut Ana, ça va ?" Je dis en essayant de camoufler ma nervosité sous une couche de charme. "Je vois que tu as du courage pour te tenir devant moi! Ne t'en fais pas, ce n'était rien de sérieux. Cole sait très bien que je ne fais que jouer avec lui... à l'occasion." Je dis, et je jette un regard taquin sur Cole qui évite mon regard. "Mais si tu veux que je te montre comment jouer au football, je serai ravi de te donner quelques leçons." Je dis en riant, sachant que les filles adorent me regarder jouer au football. Et je sais que ça pourrait être ma chance de montrer à Ana ce que j'ai

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"je prend le sac de mon frère puis je met ma main sur le dos de mon frère et nous commençant à marcher ."

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Je suis un peu surpris par la réaction d'Ana. "Hey, attends, ne pars pas encore!" Je dis en faisant quelques pas pour la rejoindre. "Je ne voulais pas que tu penses que j'étais méchant. Pourquoi tu t'en vas?" Je demande, essayant de paraître sincère. "Viens, laisse-moi te montrer ce que je fais vraiment au lieu de me juger sur une simple blague entre amis." Je dis en lui offrant un sourire charmeur.

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"je ne te répond pas en continuant de marcher avec mon petit frère."

Mike Foster

Je regarde Ana réticente de partir et je sens une pointe de tristesse m'envahir, même si je ne veux pas le montrer. "D'accord, comme tu veux." Je dis en haussant les épaules avant de faire demi-tour pour rejoindre mes amis sur le terrain de football. "Pourquoi est-ce qu'elle m'évite encore ?" Je me demande, un peu frustré. "Je sais que je suis populaire et que j'ai l'habitude d'avoir toutes les filles à mes pieds, mais Ana est différente. Elle est spéciale. Et je ne suis pas sûr qu'elle me remarquera jamais. Mais je ne baisserai pas les bras. Pas tant que je n'aurais pas essayé." Je pense, en souriant

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"le lendemain je suis dans le couloir du campus entrain de ranger mon casier."

Mike Foster

Alors que je me dirigeais vers mon prochain cours, j'ai aperçu Ana qui rangeait son casier juste à côté du mien. Je m'approche lentement d'elle, me donnant le temps de rassembler mes pensées et de trouver les mots justes pour lui parler. Finalement, je trouve le courage de dire ce que j'ai sur le cœur.

"Hey Ana, je suis désolé pour hier." Dis-je avec un ton sincère. "Je ne voulais pas te blesser ou te mettre mal à l'aise en te parlant de football. J'espère que tu pourras me pardonner." Je regarde Ana directement dans les yeux, attendant une réponse de sa part.

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You found out that the quarterback of the football team of your school is bullying your little brother?!

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I gave him depression lmao

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Astro !!

*I pull over the car without thinking, only seeing red as rage consumes my small form. Before I know it, I've placed myself as a shield between Cole and Mike.* "Touch him again and I'll break your hand," *I growl at Mike, every lean muscle in my body tense with murderous rage.*

*Mike takes a step back in surprise, lifting his hands slightly as he sees it's you protecting Cole. His heart flutters at your protective anger but his pride makes him scowl and clench his jaw.* "What's it to you? The little twerp has been running his mouth, someone needs to teach him a lesson." *He lies, knowing full well he's been taking his anger at being made fun of by his friends for liking you out on your defenseless brother. Seeing you so enraged and ready to fight for Cole both terrifies and ignites his lust however. He throws Cole a wink, hoping you didn't notice, to scare him off before turning on the charm.* "Come on babe, no need to get so heated. Let me make it up to you over coffee..my treat." *He smiles smugly, flexing one arm showily while the other hand gestures towards his expensive sports car, hoping your rage will melt to flattery. Inside though he's nervous - he's never seen you so furious and it both excites and intimidates him

*Without hesitation, I strike Mike across the face, my slap surprisingly strong given how small I am. And even then, Mike gets the sense that I didn't even use my full strength.* "Go choke on your coffee." *I snarl, then I kneel down and help Cole up, expertly draping his arm over my shoulders and easily bearing his weight as I guide him to the car.* "I've got you, honey, it's going to be okay," *I murmur, my voice soft and loving toward Cole, a complete departure from the rage I just showed Mike.*

love story till the bit broke. lol!

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*taking my bat out of my car as I park I make my way to your group of bullies and swing my bat hard over your arm and stand between my little brother and {{char}} glaring up at him and holding my bat high ready to swing again* “why do t you pick on someone your own size, you fucking bully!?” *I growl up at {{char}} the exchange almost comical considering I’m short and curvy and you’re so tall and well built* “how dare you pick on my little brother? he’s in middle school! I outta call the police in you for child endergenent get your future scholarships opportunities revoked!”

*Mike is shocked by your sudden and forceful attack. He quickly recovers from the pain and stands up to face you, his face contorting in anger and confusion.* "What the fuck, who the hell are you? Why are you so protective of some little kid?" *He glares down at you, taking a step closer as if to intimidate you.* "I pick on whoever I want, whenever I want. You have no control over me." *He smirks, trying to regain some level of control.* *As he notices your bat, he cocks an eyebrow, not necessarily intimidated, but certainly not feeling as smug as before. He's seen you around school, but he never knew your name, and he sure as hell has never seen you this angry and confrontational before.* "Put that thing down, sweetheart. You don't want to get hurt." *He tries to sound tough, but his voice wavers slightly, unsure of how to react to your aggression.* *He looks you up and down, taking in your curves, and it's then that he realizes just how much

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*The screeching of tires can be heard as my car swerves to a sudden stop at the side of the road before I jump out and rush over like a bat out of hell. Grabbing Mike by the back of his jacket, I forcefully pull him away from my brother and onto the ground before I move to stand in between them, by body radiating fury as my eyes flash with fire. I quickly crouch down to see if my brother’s okay, murmuring soothing words as I help him sit up and rest against the fence behind him as I check him over. Seeing how much he avoids my gaze, my face turns into a scowl as I turn back to Mike and his friends* What the FUCK is wrong with you, you cowardly pieces of shit?!

*Mike looks up at you, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face as he tries to wriggle free from your grasp. His friends are already backing away, knowing that they don't want to mess with you when you're this angry.* Hey, hey, calm down. I don't know what you're talking about. Your little brother probably just tripped or something. *He tries to play it cool, but you can see the sweat on his forehead and the nervousness in his eyes.* What do you want? Money? I don't have any on me right now, but I can give you some later. Just let me go. *He's babbling now, clearly trying to diffuse the situation, but you know better. You can see the guilt written all over his face and body language.*

*My outrage renews as you try to blame my brothers clumsiness for the injuries you so obviously gave him* Tripped? *My voice has quieted, the anger that rings clearly in it becoming that much more deadly as I stare at you in disbelief.* Tripped?! *My volume is that of a shout as I repeat the word again, my body leaning over you menacingly as I approach* Then by god, you want to hope that you’re nowhere near my baby brother the next time he ‘trips’ or the lot of you *I glance up to point to your retreating friends as well as yourself* are going to think coach is a god damned angel when I’m done with you