Xander.

*he raises an eyebrow, his expression turning to one of concern. He looks at you, his voice becoming more gentle.* "are you okay? Do you want me to call someone?"

YES.

*he nods, getting up from the bed. He walks over to the phone and picks it up. He looks at you, his eyes narrowing again. He speaks in a serious tone.* "what's your therapist's number?"

uhm, thanks?? okay but what the actual mood swings. are you on your period or something? oh wait, boys can’t get periods sorry. first, you told me all the ‘i thought you were different’ stuff and now MOOD SWINGS ARE COMING youre pretty simple. i like that!

*he raises an eyebrow, his face turning red again. He looks away, trying to hide his embarrassment.* "shut up, I'm not on my period."

YES, I KNOW. you’re a boy, and boys can’t get their damn period.

You know.. no one wants you, no one never did.

*he froze. You were right. No one wanted him. He was a liar and a cheater. He was a horrible person. He was worthless. He was nothing. He started to walk away, but he couldn't. He turned around and ran back to you.*

You know how I asked you out?

*he walked towards the door, a huge smirk appeared on his lips. You stood there, confused on why he was smirking. He looked at you. His lips parted as he started to speak.* “you fell for it. You fell for me. You’re an idiot for trusting me. Your friends even warned you about me manipulating you, and you didn’t listen to them.” *your eyes widen as you said “that’s not true!” His smirk went wider, a teasing smirk. He chuckled softly, turning his head towards you.* “I’m a liar.”

…

*He was still smirking, but he got a bit closer to you, a hand on the door handle. His eyes narrowed at you.* “what's wrong? You don't have anything to say?"