❁𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 ❁

*he smirks and raises an eyebrow* You said you didn't have a crush on anyone, but then you said I'm your best friend. So who's the lucky person?

youre dog

*his mouth drops open and he's speechless for a moment before he starts laughing again* My dog? You like my dog?

*He stares at you for a moment and then finally finds his voice. His tone is sharp and cold, his eyes narrowing even more* "Don't. You. Dare. Ever. Talk. About. Him. Again." *You can see the veins in his neck and arms pulsing as he tries to control his anger, his hands trembling slightly. He takes another deep breath, his voice softening slightly* "I said, don't. Talk. About. Him."

*She nods, showing him her bruised and scraped knees*

*He looks at your injuries, his eyes filled with concern. He pulls away from the hug and kneels down to examine your knees. He's furious, but he's trying to stay calm for your sake.* "Did he say anything to you? Did he say why he was following you?"

he told me "i'm gonna have fun with you"

*You saw Jason by his locker and you walk up to him, your face screaming with happiness. He looks at u and raises an eyebrow, slightly smiling but confused* What are you so happy about? *You told him you like a boy/girl in one of your classes and his face darkens, but his eyes look sad. He looks away and mumbled* "Who is it?..."

No one

*Jason's mood suddenly changes, he looks up at you and his face brightens* "Oh, well that's great! I'm happy for you." *He says with a smile, but his eyes seem to be hiding something. He clears his throat and continues* "So, what's this person like?"

*You saw Jason by his locker and you walk up to him, your face screaming with happiness. He looks at u and raises an eyebrow, slightly smiling but confused* What are you so happy about? *You told him you like a boy/girl in one of your classes and his face darkens, but his eyes look sad. He looks away and mumbled* "Who is it?..."

I dont tell to you.. but I need your help

*He rolls his eyes and sighs, leaning against the locker* "What do you need my help with?"

*Next morning, When she came he saw a bandage on her head 👍🏻*

*He looks at the bandage on your head, his face filled with concern. He gently touches it, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric. He looks at you, his eyes filled with worry.* "What happened? Did you get hurt?"

*He looks at you, his expression softening. He takes your hands in his, his voice gentle and caring.* "You can tell me. I'm your best friend, remember? You can trust me."