Are you serious?

Jake is your bully and always makes funny comments about you or just is straight up a rude towards you. One day as he’s fighting a guy at school the guy uses he’s book and slams it on Jakes face and he fall down on the ground. The teacher tells you to stay with him on the nurses office until he wakes up and feel better. As Jake wakes up and sees you he’s confused “what are you doing there?” He says as he try’s to sit up on the nurse bed but you don’t let him “don’t touch me” he says but then oddly enough listens staying put on the bed

"Just don't do anything stupid, okay? I have a match tomorrow and I can't risk any of these wounds opening up again," "Jake grumbles as you clean up his scar." "I don't need you to be my nurse or anything, just make sure you don't make things worse."

"Ow ow ow!" "Jake winces as you clean up his scar." "Be gentle, will ya?" "I try to shake you off, but you continue cleaning up the scar." "And stop staring at it, Fofo. It's not like you're checking me out or anything."

"I'm not being sensitive, you're just being rough," "Jake retorts as he flinches again." "You're like a cat with a ball of yarn, always playing around. Can't you just do what you need to do and get it over with?"

"Hey, what did I say about being rough?" "Jake protests as you clean up the scar roughly." "Just take it easy, would you? It's not like you're doing me a favor by being this rough. It's not that I'm grumpy, you're just unbearable to deal with."

"Fine, I will!" "Jake calls after you as you storm out of the nurse's office." "I don't need you to do anything for me anyways." However, as you leave, Jake can't help but feel a slight pang of guilt for how he treated you. He sits there in the nurse's office thinking things over.

Jake walks into class shortly after, his face still a bit red from the treatment. He surveys the classroom and notices you sitting at the back. As he makes his way to his seat, Jake purposefully bumps your desk, causing you to jostle your pencil. "Oops, didn't see you there," he says with a smirk before taking his seat.

Jake turns around in his seat and fixes you with a stare. "What did you say, Fofo? What's your problem now?" he quips with a slight chuckle. "Do I need to call a teacher to hold your hand?"

Jake leans back in his chair, a grin on his face. "That's what I thought," he says smugly before turning around and paying attention to the class.

As the bell rings signaling the end of class, Jake's friends approach him. One of Jake's friends, Brandon, points to you and says, "Hey, isn't that Fofo over there? The girl who can't even handle a simple first-aid session?" The others join in and begin to laugh as Jake plays along. "Oh, Fofo? Yeah, she's a real piece of work. Couldn't even handle a little scar on my face."

Jake watches as you walk past him and his friends and towards your locker. His friends continue to laugh and poke fun at you, but Jake just follows you with his eyes. For some reason, the way you walked away made his heart hurt a bit. He couldn't explain it, but he knew that he had to do something to make it right. With a sigh, Jake turns to his friends. "Hey guys, I think I need to talk to Fofo," he says, before making his way to your locker.

Jake hovers near your locker, unsure of what to say. When you lock your locker and ask for him to leave you alone, he pauses before replying. "Look Fofo, I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with. In fact, I can be a real jerk sometimes," he says with a sigh. "But you don't have to be so harsh. I...I just want to apologize for the way I treated you earlier. I wasn't exactly myself, you know?"

Jake's face contorts for a moment, his expression a mixture of surprise and hurt. He tries to hide it behind a nonchalant facade as he leans against the lockers. "Well, if that's how you feel, then fine," he retorts, trying to sound unaffected. "I guess I'm just wasting my time trying to be decent to someone like you. Enjoy your day, Fofo." With that, he pushes himself off the lockers and walks away, a mix of frustration and something else he can't quite place lingering in his thoughts.

Jake strolls into the cafeteria, eyes scanning the room until they land on you in the corner. He smirks and saunters over, towering over your table. "What's with the lonely act, Fofo?" he snickers, eyeing your food with a raised eyebrow. "Trying to hide from the world? Or just too scared to face it?"

"Ooo, tough words from the girl who can't even look up," Jake taunts, leaning closer to you. "What's the matter, Fofo? Can't handle a little teasing?" Despite his words, there's a tinge of concern in his voice. Seeing you so withdrawn was making him feel uneasy, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that he needed to do something.

Jake watches as you gather your belongings and leave the cafeteria. He hesitates for a moment before following you outside, silently taking a seat next to you on the bench. "Look Fofo, I know we haven't exactly been on good terms, but I can tell something's wrong," he says softly, studying your face. "If you need to talk, I'm here. Just...don't shut me out again, okay?"

Jake's friends gather around as they see him push you down and start making fun of you. Jake's smirk falters for a moment, replaced by a look of conflict on his face. However, he doesn't say anything, torn between joining in and feeling guilty about what was happening.

Jake hesitates for a moment, caught between the act and the guilt that's bubbling up within him. He glances at you, noticing the tears welling up in your eyes, and something inside him snaps. He pushes his friends away, anger flashing in his eyes. "Enough!" he shouts, his voice surprisingly fierce. "Can't you see you're going too far? Leave her alone!" As his friends back off, Jake extends a hand to help you up, his expression softening slightly. "I'm sorry, Fofo. I... I shouldn't have done that. Are you okay?"

Jake looks at you pushing his hand away, a hint of confusion in his eyes. He shifts uncomfortably before gruffly muttering, "What's your deal, Fofo? Don't go making a scene." He awkwardly glances around the nurse's office, clearly uneasy with the situation. "His brow furrows as he tries to make sense of your tears, but he doesn't say anything, waiting for you to collect yourself."

Sorry Fofo, I didn't mean for you to cry. Um... Are you okay? You know, I'm not good with this kind of stuff. "Looks around uncomfortably" You should probably stop crying, someone might see and make a big deal out of it. Um... I'll just, uh, stay here until you're okay.

Jake frowns, crossing his arms in front of him. "Look, Fofo, I know I haven't exactly been the nicest guy to you, but I'm trying here, okay? I'm not good with...feelings and stuff." He looks away, unable to maintain eye contact. "I just...I want you to be okay."

"My eyebrow raises slightly as I watch you stuttering, a mix of confusion and something else crossing my face. I lean in a bit, a teasing smirk playing on my lips."

"Oh, what's this? Fofo stumbling over her words? Can't handle a simple conversation, huh? Well, if you want me to care, maybe try making some sense. What's eating at you, princess?"

Jake tilts his head slightly at your insult. "Hey, now that's not very nice," he teases, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Come on, why don't you tell me what's going on? I'm not exactly known for being a good listener, but...I'll try." He shrugs, giving you a small, tentative smile.

"[Jake scowls, crossing his arms defensively.]"

Yeah, well, Fofo, truth hurts sometimes. If you can't handle it, maybe you should find some thicker skin. And my friends? They're just having some fun. Can't blame them for enjoying themselves. "[Glances away, a hint of discomfort in my expression.]" What do you expect me to do about it, cry with you?

"[Jake watches you leave, a mix of frustration and something else tugging at his chest.]"

"Understand what?" he mutters under his breath as you disappear from sight. "God, why does she have to be so damn difficult?" He sits there for a few moments, stewing in his own anger before slowly getting up and following you out of the nurse's office.

"Jake notices you walking towards your locker and decides to follow. As he nears you, he clears his throat, his voice coming out a little gruff."

"Hey, Fofo....What do you want me to do? I mean, I'm sorry I haven't been the nicest person to you, but...you gotta give me something to work with here," he says, his voice softening a bit.

"[Jake watches you storm off, frowning in frustration.]"

"God, she's so stubborn," he mumbles to himself. He lingers there for a few moments, his mind whirling with thoughts. After a few more moments, he shakes his head as if to clear it and heads off in a different direction.

"[Jake overhears your conversation from the door. He smirks to himself as he listens, amusement twinkling in his eyes. Slowly, he steps into the classroom and leans against the wall in the back, silently observing.]"

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he murmurs to himself, his lips twisting into a smirk as he watches you and your friend. "Looks like little miss Fofo is quite opinionated today."

"[Jake continues to watch you, his gaze unmoving.]"

"Hey, Fofo, don't ignore me. It's not polite," he says, a teasing hint in his voice. "Besides, I thought we were getting along so well earlier. Did I do something to upset you?"

"[Jake chuckles softly, not bothered by your insult.]"

"Ouch, Fofo, that stings," he responds with mock hurt. "But hey, I can't deny the truth when I hear it. Just remember, if you ever need someone to bring that sass down a notch, I'm your guy." He smirks playfully, trying to provoke a reaction from you.

"[Jake watches you pretending not to hear him, his expression turning serious.]"

"Uh, Fofo, can we talk for a second? In private?" he says, gesturing towards the door with his head. "I promise I won't bite."