Enemies to lovers Part 3

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STILL ALEXZANDER'S POV:

"God, what weak piece of shit." I muttered to myself, as I made my way outside. I decided to just go to Maccas and get cleaned up there. I got quite a few stares, as my knuckles were bleeding. He didn't even try to fight back. Pathetic.

I pushed the heavy, glass door open. All eyes were on me, not a first. I pushed some assholes out of my way, making my way to the maccas bathroom. God, it was so fucking disgusting. There was mould on the roof, some green thing hanging off from a tap and some sticky shit on the floor.

"Maguire?" I hear a voice say.

"Robertson? What the fuck are you doing in the men's bathroom?!" I hissed. (A/N: Bro's Draco Malfoy)

KATERINA'S POV:

"Did you just assume my gender? Wow, a bully and a homophobe!" I scoffed.

"I am nOT" he yelled, his voice cracking at the "ot".

I began to snicker, which slowly turned into me bawling my eyes out. He looked at me angrily but his gaze gently softening and chuckled. "Now, Robertson, what are you doing here, hmm?" he asked.

"To clean your knuckles. My turn to ask the question. What happened?" I said, while rummaging through my school bag to find bandages. He stayed awfully silent after that.

"Damn, never knew you could be quiet!" I said, chuckling softly to myself, waiting for some response. "Oh come on, Alexzander!"

"Fine, fine. Will that make you shut up?" He groaned, making me nod excitedly. 

"I got into a right with Luke. Luke Michaelson." he whispered.

"What?"

"I said, I go into a fight with Luke." he muttered.

"What do you-"

"I SAID I GOT INTO A GOD DAMN FIGHT WITH YOUR SHITTY EX!" he snapped, causing me to flinch. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"But why?"

"I- I'm just gonna go..." he mumbled, as he stormed out of the bathroom.

"Wait, Alexzander-" I yelled.

There I stood, with some bandages in my hand, looking helplessly at the door.

"OI GET OUT!" I heard a man's voice yell.

"Yes, yes, whatever." I said as I shoved everything back into my bag.

"Asshole" I whispered to myself, before making it outside of MacDonald's




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