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'These two days, he had been acting strange...' you thought.

You fiddled with your hair while thinking about your boyfriend. Your sweetest boyfriend, Oliver, had been acting strange for the last two days. He was acting awkwardly surround you. It seems he avoided you.

Since two days ago, whenever you wanted to hold his shoulder or his arm or his hand, he always avoided you. Like this one, it just happened yesterday. You were watching TV together and you sat beside him like always. You were getting sleepy and you wanted to lean your head on his shoulder. When you leaned your body to your side, he suddenly got up from the couch, saying, "Oh, I just remembered I need to do a work." As he got up you couldn't straighten your body again and just fell on the couch like an idiot. He turned his body to you and said, "I'll go to my room now. Good night, (name)."

You, still laying on the couch, saw his smile and nodded. Then he left.

Seeing his smile, you knew something was wrong. His smile just now was a fake. You'd seen lots of his smile and now you knew which was fake or real. You had planned to ask him soon.

Now you were having dinner with him. Today was also like the previous days. When you wanted to hold his hand while cooking, he avoided you. It really made you curious of what happened. It's not like him to be like that. Or is it because he didn't like you anymore? You wanted to know so badly. When dinner's finished, he cleaned up and after that, you quickly grasped his wrist before he could go anywhere. One thing you noticed, as soon as you grasped his wrist, he winced.

"Wait, Oliver. I want to talk to you," you said sternly.

"Oh, what is it, poppet?" he tried to smile again.

"I'll be blunt. Tell me, why are you avoiding me?" you asked, still grabbing his wrist.

"Uhh... What are you talking about, love? I don't- Ahh!" he cried as you slowly tightened your grip on his wrist.

His face was that of pain. His wrist was hurt and you didn't know that. Well, he always wore long sleeves shirt but still. Without warning, you held his wrist in front of you and slide his sleeve so you could see his arm. "Oh my god..." your eyes widened at the view in front of you. His arm until his wrist was bruised and swollen. You took his other hand and did the same and the same view met your eyes. "Poppet, don't--"

"Oliver! What is this?! What happened?!" you exclaimed rather loud. It as if your heart was punched when you see his arms and he had these since two days ago?

"I-it's not like what you think..."

"Like what?! You didn't get into a fight, did you?"

He shook his head.

"Then why...?" your voice softened. You couldn't stand seeing him like this. You took his wrists with your hand gently and kissed both of them before you said, "Come on. These need to be treated well, or it will get worse."

After you treated his bruises, you asked again, "Oliver, will you tell me what happened?"

He pursed his lips and looked down, "It's...."

"What?"

"It's Luciano and his friends... I... I was bullied, (name)," he confessed.

"WHAT?!!" you shouted for real now.

"B-but it's okay, poppet. You don't have to--"

"It is not okay, Oliver," you interrupted him for the nth time now. "Why don't you tell me? Oh my god... how mean they are... How can they beat you like this? Did you do something to them?"

Again he shook his head.

"I can't let it slide... Okay what day is tomorrow.... Right, Wednesday..." you mumbled to yourself then turned your face to Oliver, "Listen, I'm free tomorrow and I am going with you to your college, okay? No objection!" You and Oliver went to different college, just to be concentrating.

"No, poppet! You can't! What if they attack you?"

"Then what if they beat you again? I don't want that..." you said softly. "Don't worry about me, Oliver. I have my own troop there, you know?"

"Who?"

"Well, your step brothers of course."

~ Time skip to tomorrow ~

You were walking side by side with Oliver. You talked with him along the way just to make him less worried. When you arrived, it's still an hour until his first class so you sat down on a bench and continued your talk. Not long, you heard someone called your name from a far. You turned your head and saw Matt there. You waved, gesturing him to come closer and he did. "Hello, Matt, it's been a while!"

"Sure it is, cutie. What brings you here anyway?" he asked.

"I just have some business and apparently I need your and Al's help so... where's Al?"

"That shit will be here in seconds."

And he was right. You saw Al and called him, gesturing him to approach you. Al came and asked you the same like Matt's. "I have some business here and I need your help," you said as you pointed both of them. They looked at each other and wore disgusted faces. You giggled at the scene. "So what is it business, cutie?" Matt asked. "Well, it's about Oliver, he--"

"Well, well, what do we have here?" a voice came from behind the bench you were in.

The four of you turned your heads to see who it was. As soon as Oliver saw them, he cold sweat and trembled a bit. Al and Matt spat, showing their hate and you scanned those people. In the middle was a man with brown uniform, on his right was a man with black uniform and on the other side was a man with green uniform. The one in the middle smirked.

"The coward brought a female. Should I thank him or what?" he said sarcastically.

"Shut the fuck up, Luciano," Al said, couldn't hold his anger again.

'Luciano?!' Just the person you were looking for. You stood as your eyes still locked with those three. You were furious right now. They were the one who made your lovely, sweet boyfriend suffer. Dominated by anger, you made your way to them, ignoring Oliver's call. You stomped over and stopped right in front of the brown male. You didn't know how mean they were, you just wanted to tell them what you wanted.

"You don't look so bella like this, ragazza? You should calm down a bit," the male reached out to you but you slapped his hand away. "Well, playing hard to get?"

Oh his attitude just made you feel worse and worse. "No, thanks, sir. I already have," you mocked.

"Oh, my bad. So you belong to that coward over there?"

That is.

"Just SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL YOU?!!" you suddenly shouted, "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR DAMN ATTITUDE AND YOUR FLIRTS!! IT DISGUST ME TO HELL!! Now I want you to leave Oliver ALONE!!"

Matt, Al and Oliver just stared at you. They didn't know you have this kind of side. It's first for them and now Al and Matt knew your business. You waited for the male to answer anything and thus he answered with chuckles. You raised a brow, 'What's wrong with this man?'

"So you here to protect that coward? Or he bribe you with his money, huh, ragazza?" he kept asking in his tone that made you feel disgust. Hearing him talked bad about your boyfriend again, you brought your hand to slap him but he caught it before you did. "Na ah, a bella ragazza like you should not be so rough... though I like it." he suddenly leaned in and you were surprised when he did. Fortunately, Matt threw his hockey stick toward you, making Luciano jumped back. Matt and Al went behind you. Matt with his stick and Al with his bloody baseball bat, "It's about fucking time you die, bastards," Al said. "I'm freaking pleased if you want to settle this the hard way. I have no objection," Matt added.

Tensed silence came among you. You still stared at those people with dark aura surround you. After a while, Luciano held his hands up and smiled as if he was victorious, "Okay, okay. We won't beat the coward again. Let's go Kuro, Lutz." You wanted to at least punched him for still calling your boyfriend like that but you didn't. They went away, leaving the four of you.

When they were far enough, Oliver got up from the bench and approached you, "Poppet, are you alright? Are you hurt?" he asked worriedly. You turned and smiled, "No, Oliver. I'm fine. You see, I have my troop here," you said as you glanced at two men besides you. They both chuckled. "Now, you don't have to worry again, Oliver. If they do it again, I will protect you like this, so just tell me..." you held his wrist as gently as you could. He looked at you. "Isn't that right, Matt, Al?" They nodded and you smiled, happy that they agreed with you. Oliver smiled his real smile finally.

"Thank you, (name)."