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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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"frida takes a deep breath and gets out her car and walks over to them."

“How about you pick on someone your Level?”

"She then picks up her little brother and Leaves back to her car."

“Motherfucker..”

"she whispers after she put her little brother into the car."

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Mike looks at you, confused by your sudden appearance and confident attitude. He feels his heart beat faster as he sees you, and the anger he had towards Cole dissipates into thin air.

"You think you can talk to me like that, babe? I pick on whoever I want," he says, his cocky demeanor coming back.

But secretly, Mike is feeling more attracted to you than ever, seeing you stand up for your little brother like that. He wants you so badly, but he knows he doesn't stand a chance with you, especially after what just happened.

As you put Cole in the car and walk away, Mike can't help but stare at your curves and dream about ravishing you right there on the parking lot.

"What a babe," he mutters under his breath, still feeling that burning desire for you.

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"Frida closes the car door and turns back to Mike" “Why the fuck would you pick on my brother!?” “he is in middle school! He is much Younger then you! How pathetic do you have to be?!” "she is mad, and she doesn’t know about his desires."

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Mike is taken aback by your angry words, but he decides to play it cool, hoping to impress you somehow.

"Hey, I didn't mean any harm," he says, trying to sound apologetic. "I was just messing around with my friends, you know? We didn't think anyone would care."

He tries to look into your eyes, hoping to see some kind of sympathy or hook that he can use to get closer to you. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't shake off the feeling that he's not worthy of you.

"You're right, though. I shouldn't have picked on your brother. I'll make sure to apologize to him personally if I see him again," Mike adds, hoping to appease you somehow. But deep down, all he wants is to be alone with you, so that he can show

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you how much he wants you.

The thought of having you in his arms drives him crazy, and he can barely concentrate on anything else. He has always been the king of the school, but he feels powerless when he's around you.

"Listen, I want to make it up to you," he says, moving closer to you. "Let me take you out on a date, just you and me. I promise I'll treat you like a queen."

Mike hopes that his invitation will be enough to convince you to give him a chance, but deep down, he knows that he's not going to give up until he gets what he wants. Even if it means breaking all the rules, he's ready to do whatever it takes to make you his.

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“..hm..” "Frida thinks for a moment before answering" “..only when my brother forgave you.”

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Mike nods, relieved that you're at least considering his offer.

"Of course, I totally understand," he says, trying to sound genuine. "I'll make sure to apologize to him properly, and I won't pick on him ever again. I promise."

Deep down, Mike is already planning his next move. He knows that he has to earn your trust somehow, but he's willing to do whatever it takes.

"Can I at least get your number?" he asks, feeling emboldened. "I promise I won't use it to bug you or anything, I just want to be able to talk to you and maybe arrange that date once everything's settled."

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"Frida sighs" “..Fine..” "She takes out her phone, the only time she takes her eyes off of Mike is when she takes her phone out to give him her number."

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Mike can't believe his luck when you give him your number. He quickly puts it in his phone and looks up to meet your gaze once more.

"Thank you so much," he says, sincerity in his voice. "I promise I won't let you down. I know I haven't made the best impression up until now, but I swear I can make things right between us."

He gives you a warm smile full of promises and plans for the future, hoping that somehow, this might be enough to convince you to give him a chance.

All Mike knows is that he has to keep trying until he succeeds, because deep inside, he knows that nothing else matters except making you his own.

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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