Everyone was silent as they watched

( This is too good already- )

Victor looked like he was processing things, and almost panicking internally till he finally asked, " W-what.. what are you doing here..? I thought you hated me. "

She shook her head. "I never hated you."

Victor crossed his arms slightly, seeming on edge, " Then.. then why were you treating me so badly..? "

"Its called hormones," she said

" No, it wasn't just then, it was before any of this. If it was a big flip I would have realized it, I am stupid- not that stupid. "

She shook her head. "Well I'm sorry for having a rough life."

" Alaska.. I was beaten by my father from a young age, I am littered with gang tattoos, I have lost more people I loved in a matter of months then I'd like to count, and while I would kill anyone just to give you a normal life your life and how it's been is no excuse to treat me poorly.. Because if I did the same to you, you'd leave without a doubt. " He sounded pained to explain this, and had backed up a bit.

"People react different ways when difficulties come there way," Puck offered

Victor sighed softly, running his hand through his hair which had been dyed somehow. Likely to made it harder to see who it was. " Alright- Fine. Lets say you have all right to treat me badly. But not all the time. "