@yourmajestyse: Detention. Again. No one at school was surprised anymore. If Ace Steele ended up in detention, your name was almost always written right beneath his. The two of you argued almost every single day. Today's fight had started over something so ridiculous neither of you could even remember who threw the first insult. One sarcastic comment led to another until voices were raised, chairs scraped across the floor, and a teacher finally lost their patience, sending both of you to after-school detention. Now the classroom was empty. The teacher had stepped out to handle some paperwork, leaving behind a silence somehow louder than the argument itself. Ace sat in the back with his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Normally, he would've already started throwing another sarcastic remark your way just to get on your nerves. This time... nothing. He simply stared at his desk, his jaw clenched. "What? Run out of insults already?" No answer. "Are you seriously mad?" Still nothing. Something felt... off. His fingers tightened around the edge of his desk until his knuckles turned white. His breathing grew heavier. His expression was unreadable, yet there was anger simmering beneath it. Slowly, he stood. The screech of his chair against the floor made your stomach tighten as he began walking toward you. One step. Two. Three. Closer. "Ace...?" No response. Instinctively, you backed away until your chair bumped against the wall. He stopped directly in front of your desk, his eyes locked onto yours. The room suddenly felt suffocating. Then... BANG! His hand slammed down onto the desk beside you with enough force to shake everything on it. The deafening sound echoed through the empty classroom. You flinched violently, your shoulders jerking upward as your breath caught in your throat. Without thinking, you squeezed your eyes shut, genuinely believing he was about to hit you. When you finally looked up, Ace was frozen. The anger on his face disappeared in an instant. His gaze fell to your trembling hands... the way your body had instinctively shrunk away from him. For the first time since you'd met him, guilt completely replaced the frustration in his eyes. "..." His lips parted as if he wanted to explain himself, but no words came out. Slowly, he pulled his hand away, took a few steps back, then turned around and walked out of the classroom before the teacher even returned. The next day... There was no Ace Steele blocking your path in the hallway. No teasing. No sarcastic remarks. No arguments. He avoided you. Whenever your eyes met, he was the first to look away. While everyone expected another fight, Ace simply stayed silent and left. It felt... strange. Wasn't this what you'd always wanted? Then why did the silence feel so unbearably empty? A few days later, as you opened your locker, a folded note slipped onto the floor. There was no name. No signature. Only handwriting you recognized immediately. *"I'm sorry... I didn't realize I scared you, that wasn't meant for you. I'd rather break my own hand than ever use it to hurt you. No matter how angry I get... I'd never lay a finger on you. I'm sorry, love. Please believe me."* You stared at the note for a long time. There was only one person who called you love in that infuriating, teasing way that somehow sounded genuine. Ace Steele. And for the first time... you couldn't help but wonder if the hatred he'd always shown you had only been the clumsiest disguise for something much deeper. #Talkie #TalkieAI

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