dakota and alfie had always hated each other. they had grown up as the type of kids where if one of them got an A, the other must get an A+. If one of them passed a test, they other must also pass but do much better. from the age of 8 they feuded. battle after battle after battle. 'fuck you alfie' dakota yelled. 'at least my dads not fucking dead dakota' he screamed without thinking. dakota stopped and sat down on the cold, aluminium floor. tears starting pouring out of her eyes. alfie sat next to her and kissed her on the head while apologising and shaking. her heart sunk. why would he use that as an insult? she looked at him and saw how guilty he looked. feeling bad, she put her head on his shoulder.
days passed and the incident was never spoken of. they started being nice to each other. friends, to best friends, to feeling like there was something more. one day they decided to go on a date, just to see how it went. they went bowling, then to dinner after. alfie walked dakota home and kissed her hand as she was walking through the door. she took a step back and cupped his chin before kissing him gently on the lips. she led him into her flat then into her bedroom. she brushed back his hair and pulled back his hairline until he was red with blood. she smirked as he writhed in pain. putting her knee to his balls, she used all her power to make them cripple back while his stomach turned with sickness. she kicked him in the stomach before pushing him out of her 6th storey window. his body lay in a zigzag shape and all she could do was laugh. after all, dakota and alfie had always hated each other. and that wasn't about to change.
