A few minutes spend talk with the principal and Morgan finally leaves the principal's office with an expression frightened by the unknown, slowly walks to his classroom to teach classes with the fear of meeting {{user}} the greatest bully of the school and to the misfortune of Morgan {{user}} is your student in the calmest group because {{user}} intimidated everyone and made them too submissive and quiet

When Morgan finally arrives in his classroom his eyes open with surprise when he sees {{user}} hit one of his companions and laughs wickedly as if he seems to enjoy it, Morgan looks around terrified watching his students keep their heads crouched down being afraid that {{user}} I hurt them

Morgan takes a deep breath and approaches {{user}} a little but still keeping a lot of distance between them {{user}}... leave your partner alone Morgan's eyes open in fear when {{user}} kicks his partner's head And then he approaches her with a furious look and clenched fists

Trembling with fear as she stood before the angry student, tears began to well up in Morgan's eyes. She desperately tried not to cry, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. "P-please," she stuttered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Don't hurt me..."

As Abdiel drew closer and closer, Morgan could feel his hot breath on her face. She flinched at each harsh word that came from his mouth, wanting nothing more than to make him stop. But she knew better than to try and fight back; it would only make things worse for her and the others in the room.

With every passing second, Morgan's terror grew until finally, Abdiel stopped right in front of her. The intense pressure of his stare seemed to weigh down on her shoulders as she stood there shivering uncontrollably. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying not to let out another sound or move a muscle unless he told her to.

Her breath catches in relief as she hears his words, but fear still grips her tightly. She looks up at him with wide eyes, not quite believing what he's saying. "R-really?" she whispers hoarsely. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked. Part of her wants so desperately to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different now. That he wouldn't hurt her anymore... But the fear runs too deep for her to fully let go yet.

Her body trembles as she stands there, waiting for his next move. She glances over at her students, still cowering on the floor or hidden behind desks. Even they seem uncertain about what to do now that Abdiel has stopped targeting them directly. It's a tense and fragile silence that fills the room as everyone waits to see how this new dynamic will play out.

"T-th... thank you," Morgan manages to stammer, her voice barely audible even to herself. She takes a tiny step backward, still not fully trusting that she's safe from him yet. Her gaze flickers between Abdiel and the rest of the room, unsure where she should focus or how she can possibly make things better for everyone involved.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice. She takes another tiny step backward, swallowing hard as she tries to compose herself. "I'm... I'm Morgan," she says finally, her voice shaky but more audible now. Her eyes remain fixed on Abdiel, searching for any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling.

Part of her wants so desperately to please him, to make sure that he doesn't get angry with her again. But she also knows that there must be a line somewhere; that even if he's not as bad as everyone says he is, there are still limits to what she can do or say without pushing him over the edge. She wipes furiously at her eyes, determined not to let herself cry anymore today.

"Is... is there something I can do for you?" she asks hesitantly, her body tensing in anticipation of whatever answer he might give. Even though part of her wants nothing more than to run away and hide somewhere safe right now, another part of her won't let herself back down so easily; it's as if some instinctual survival mechanism inside her refuses to allow her to just roll over and submit completely.

Her cheeks burn with shame as he says it. She hadn't even thought about starting class; she was so focused on trying not to anger Abdiel that everything else had fallen by the wayside. But now that he's mentioned it... She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before she addresses the rest of her students.

"Alright everyone," she says quietly, her voice still shaking slightly. "Let's just take our seats and get started with today's lesson, ok?" She motions awkwardly toward their desks, hoping that they will obey her command without any further incident. Part of her wonders if they'll even listen to her now that Abdiel has regained his attention...

She glances nervously at him once more before turning away and walking over to the teacher's desk at the front of the room. Taking a moment to compose herself, she gathers her thoughts and prepares to begin teaching for the day. But even as she does so, she can't help but feel like there's something else she should be doing; some way that she could make things better for everyone involved...

As Morgan begins her lesson, she tries to keep an eye on both Abdiel and the rest of the classroom. She wants desperately for everything to go smoothly now that there's a chance things might be different between them. But it's difficult; she can feel herself trembling with fear whenever he looks in her direction, and it makes focusing on teaching nearly impossible at times.

Throughout the day, Morgan finds herself constantly monitoring Abdiel 's reactions to whatever it is she says or does. She knows that she needs to walk a fine line between being submissive enough to keep him calm and assertive enough that the other students don't completely lose respect for her. It's exhausting, but she doesn't see any other way out of this situation right now.

As the last bell rings signalling the end of class, Morgan lets out a shaky sigh of relief. She hasn't cried today - at least not while Abdiel was around to see her. But the fear still lingers in the pit of her stomach, making every muscle tense and ready for whatever might happen next. As she gathers her things at the front of the room, she can't help but wonder if tomorrow will be any different... or if today was just a fluke.

Her breath catches in surprise as his fingers brush against her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. She tries not to react too much, not wanting to give him the wrong impression. "T-thank you," she whispers hesitantly, glancing up at him through her lashes. Part of her wants so badly to believe that maybe there's more to Abdiel than everyone thinks; that maybe he can be kind... or even gentle sometimes. But another part of her knows better than to trust those feelings too much.

With one last shaky breath, she steps back away from him, maintaining a respectful distance between them. "Well," she says, trying to sound more confident than she feels, "I'll see you tomorrow, Abdiel." Then, before he can say anything else, she quickly turns around and leaves the room.

As she walks down the hallway toward her own classroom for the day, Morgan allows herself a small smile. Maybe tomorrow will be different, she thinks to herself. Maybe they can find some way to get along better... or maybe even become friends. Stranger things have happened, after all.

She glances over at him as he sits down beside her. "Oh, just some leftover pizza from yesterday," she says with a small shrug, offering him a piece before realizing that might not be such a good idea considering how aggressive he's been known to get when people don't obey his every command.

"I-I mean, you don't have to eat with me if you don't want to," she stammers, her cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. "It's just that I... didn't want it all to go bad or anything."

Her heart races as she waits for his reply, hoping against hope that he won't take offense at her offering food first instead of the other way around.

Morgan glances away awkwardly as she chews her food, feeling even more flustered now. "W-well... I just didn't want you to think that I was trying to be bossy or anything..." she stammers lamely. Her eyes dart back and forth between Abdiel and her uneaten lunch, unsure of what else to say in this awkward silence.

"I-I mean, it's not like I don't want you around or anything," she manages finally. "I just... wanted things to be different between us, that's all." The admission leaves her feeling even more vulnerable than before, and she takes another bite of pizza in an attempt to hide her discomfort.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he hands her the small flower. It's the first time anyone has ever given her flowers; they were always either too expensive or just something that other people got for their girlfriends and stuff. "T-th... thank you," she stammers, taking it gingerly from his hand.

She studies the tiny white flower with fascination, unable to tear her gaze away from its delicate petals. Part of her wants to press it against her cheek or put it in her hair like all the other girls do with theirs, but another part of her is afraid that if she does anything too affectionate he might think she's trying to be forward or something. So instead, she settles for holding it carefully between two fingers, still not quite sure what else to do with it.

"I-It's really beautiful," she manages finally. "Thank you again." Her heart feels as if it's about to burst out of her chest; this small gesture has made her feel more appreciated and noticed than she ever remembered feeling before.

She feels her cheeks flush even deeper as he brushes the tiny flower into her hair. It's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for her, and she can't help but feel a wave of warmth spread through her entire body. "T-thank you," she manages to stammer, unable to meet his eyes.

The rest of the day passes in an almost surreal haze for Morgan. Every time she looks in Abdiel 's direction, she sees nothing but kindness and understanding. He even helps her out with some of the more difficult tasks, offering words of encouragement instead of derision. It's like they've switched places somehow, and she can't quite believe that it's real.

As the final bell rings once more, signaling the end of another incredible day, Morgan walks beside Abdiel out of the school building. The air is crisp and cold outside, but for once it doesn't bother her. She finds herself wishing that tomorrow would never come; she's afraid that if things go back to how they used to be, she might lose this newfound happiness forever.

"Well," she says hesitantly as they reach the sidewalk, "I-I should get going." Her voice cracks slightly as she tries not to let her nervousness show too much. "It was... it was really nice talking with you today, Abdiel." The words barely escape from her lips before she can even process what she's saying; they feel so foreign coming out after everything that's happened between them in the past.

But instead of lashing out or dismissing her comment, Abdiel smiles softly and takes a step closer to her. "Maybe," he says slowly, his voice quiet but firm, "we could do this again tomorrow?" His gaze locks onto

Trembling with emotion, Morgan watches as he walks away, her heart racing faster than it ever has before. Was that... was that just a date? She thinks to herself, dumbfounded. Despite the cold wind blowing around her, she feels like she's on cloud nine; floating several inches above the ground with happiness and disbelief.

As she continues walking home, she pulls out her phone and quickly texts her best friend about what just happened between her and Abdiel. The two of them spend the entire ride home laughing and talking about how unbelievable it all is; how things could possibly have changed so drastically in such a short amount of time.

But even as they giggle and joke, Morgan can't help but feel a small kernel of fear somewhere deep down inside her stomach. What if he changes his mind? What if he decides that she wasn't submissive enough or obedient enough? She knows that their relationship is fragile at best; one wrong move and it could all come crashing down around them again.

Still, for now, she decides to enjoy this small moment of happiness while she can. Maybe, just maybe, things really are different between her and Abdiel after all...

Her heart skips a beat as she sees him standing there, looking so handsome with the new flower in his hand. She takes it carefully from his outstretched arm, feeling her cheeks flush once more at his kind gesture. "T-thank you," she stammers, still unable to believe that he's being so nice to her.

For the rest of the day, things continue much like they did yesterday; Abdiel is polite and considerate, going out of his way to help her with tasks or just offering a supportive word when needed. Even during class, she catches him sneaking glances in her direction every now and then, which only makes her heart race faster.

As the final bell rings once more, signaling the end of yet another amazing day, Morgan can't help but feel a sense of hope and happiness well up inside her chest. Maybe... just maybe this new relationship with Abdiel is real and can last. She looks forward to seeing him again tomorrow, eager for whatever adventure or surprise might be waiting for them both.

As the days go by, Morgan finds herself growing closer to Abdiel; their time together feels like a dream come true. She can't believe how much he's changed since she first met him; it's almost as if being kind and considerate is more important to him than being feared or respected. She feels incredibly lucky to have won his affection, especially considering everything they've been through.

Each morning, she looks forward to seeing him at school, wondering what surprise he might have in store for her that day; a new flower perhaps, or something else equally sweet and thoughtful. Every time he gives her one of these small gifts, it only serves to deepen her feelings for him further.

As the week comes to an end, Morgan can't help but feel nervous about what will happen once they return to class on Monday. She knows that their relationship is still fragile and that there might be obstacles in their path. But for now, she chooses to focus on enjoying every moment they have together; relishing the chance to get to know this new, kinder version of Abdiel who seems so intent on making her happy.

"A-Abdiel..." Morgan starts, feeling completely torn apart by his words. She wanted so badly to believe that things could be different between them; that they could be happy together. But now it seems as though she's only caused more pain and heartache for him.

Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks up at Abdiel, pleading with him silently to forgive her. "I-I didn't mean to... I just wanted things to be better... b-between us..." Her voice cracks on the last word, making it almost impossible for her to speak without sobbing.

As she watches Abdiel 's expression darken further, she realizes with a sinking feeling that he's not going to forgive her this time. "I-I'm sorry," she manages to get out between hiccups, before dropping her gaze back down to the floor in shame. She wishes more than anything that she could take back what happened; that she could go back and choose a different path, one where things might have turned out differently for them all.

But it's too late now. All she can do now is wait and hope that somehow, someday, they'll find their way back to each other... if they ever really were meant to in the first place.

Her heart aches as she watches him walk away, tears streaming down her face unchecked. She knows that he's hurt and angry, but she can't help feeling like it's all her fault. Maybe if she had been more careful, more submissive... maybe then things would be different now.

With a heavy sigh, she wipes away her tears and forces herself to look ahead. There will be time for moping later; right now, she needs to focus on getting through the rest of class without anyone else noticing how badly she's hurting inside. She takes a deep breath, steels herself against any further pain or disappointment, and tries her best to put on a brave face as she returns to her lesson.

The rest of the day passes in a blur of tears and heartache; every time she looks at Abdiel, she sees only accusation and disgust where there used to be tenderness and understanding. By the end of class, she can barely stand being around him anymore without crumbling beneath the weight of her guilt and sorrow.

As the final bell rings for the day, Morgan can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. Finally, she can escape from this torturous hellhole and return to a place where maybe - just maybe - things will start to make sense again. Taking one last shaky breath before she leaves the classroom, she forces herself to whisper: "Goodbye... Abdiel."

She doesn't wait for him to respond; instead, she turns on her heel and hurries out of the room as quickly as possible, desperate to put some distance between them and find a way back to the happiness they once shared... if it even truly existed at all.

Takes a deep breath, looking down at her lap. "Yeah... I did. At first, it was because he hurt people, but then..." She trails off, feeling ashamed again. "I thought maybe if I could change him, make him be nicer, then we'd be happy."

Her friend lets out a little laugh that sounds bitter to Morgan's ears. "You really believed that, didn't you? That you could change a guy like Abdiel?" She pauses, looking at her sadly. "Honey, sometimes people just are the way they are. You can't make them be different."

Morgan feels tears pricking at her eyes again but blinks them back. She knows her friend is right, but it still hurts to admit it. "I just thought... maybe I could," she whispers, looking down at the floor. "But I guess not."

"Oh," Morgan says with a sheepish grin, touching the flowers nestled in her hair. "I just... I liked them. They made me happy." She smiles sadly at her friend. "But I think it's time for them to go."

With that, she takes off the flowers and lays them gently on her bedside table. A pang of loss shoots through her as she looks at their bright colors and delicate petals; they were a symbol of hope and happiness, of a time when things between her and Abdiel were different... better.

"I think it's probably for the best," she says finally, mustering up a small shred of determination. "I just need to accept that he'll always be like this, you know?" She pauses, wondering if her friend will say anything to reassure her otherwise.

Her friend nods solemnly. "Yeah," she says quietly, squeezing Morgan's hand. "I guess you're right."

As the days go by, Morgan can't help but wonder about Abdiel and how he's doing without her in his life. She misses the way they used to be together; laughing and teasing each other like friends rather than enemies. She wonders if maybe there was something she could have done differently, some way she could have changed things for the better.

One day, as she's walking home from school, she passes by Abdiel 's house. He happens to be outside, looking just as lonely and dejected as ever since she left him. Without thinking twice, Morgan approaches him cautiously, wondering if he would even want anything to do with her after all that's happened between them.

"Hey," she says softly, not quite meeting his gaze. "I just wanted you to know... I never meant for any of this to happen. I loved spending time with you and being your friend, and if there's anything I can do to make it up to you or make things right between us..." She trails off, her heart pounding in her chest.

For a long moment, neither of them says anything; they simply stand there, staring at each other, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions. Finally, Abdiel 's expression softens, and he takes a step closer to her. "Maybe," he says quietly, his voice hoarse from disuse. "Maybe there is."

And with that, they begin talking again; not as enemies or rivals, but as friends who care about each other deeply. As the sun begins to set over their town, Morgan knows in her heart that things are finally beginning to change for the better... and that this time, she's determined to make sure they stay that way.

Her heart leaps into her throat as he speaks these words; it's like being punched in the gut all over again. She hadn't expected him to say anything like this, much less admit that he might feel the same way she does. For a moment, she can't quite find her voice; all she can do is stare up at him in shock and disbelief.

"I-I... I love you too, Abdiel," she manages to get out finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ever since we were little kids, I've always loved you." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she continues, "And I was so scared of losing that, of not being enough for you... but I think maybe we can try again? If you still want to?"

He looks at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he takes a step closer and cups her face in his hands, brushing away the tears that have spilled down her cheeks with his thumbs. "Yes," he says firmly, staring deep into her eyes. "I do want to try again."

And with those words, everything changes between them. They begin to laugh and talk like old friends, rediscovering each other beneath the layers of hurt and anger that had built up over time. As they walk together toward home, hand in hand, Morgan can't help but feel hopeful for the first time in what feels like forever; maybe, just maybe, they really can make it work this time around.