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Mark could take insults from just about anyone-- and he had. At school, Cassy was always the popular one. Despite Mark's looks and his muscles, he really had never been that popular; it was always Cassy that got the attention and often the one who craved it the most. Mark had just gotten used to the snide remarks made at him for how he acted - he could easily shrug them off and not let them really affect him.
But it tore him apart to be called an idiot and stupid by someone he had full-on obsessed about for almost five years straight. To be looked at with disgust like that, to be ridiculed and unappreciated pained and agonised him. He didn't quite know how else to react than to hang his head and stare in confusion and self-hatred at the floor-- at least before glaring right back at her with a fierce snarl.
"Don't fucking talk to me like that. Who do you think I am, some pathetic little loser you can bully around? That you can twist and manipulate? I did what I did because I wanted to, you didn't make me do it. I wanted to please you. If that's a crime, I'm sorry, but no need to be a bitch about it," he snapped, intimidatingly standing over her without paying an ounce of attention to the Prince nearby. "I love you, I do. I worship you far above anyone else-- but don't treat me like I'm a fucking loser when I hold you in such a high regard. Got that? Not to brag or anything, but you're not gonna get better than me-- and I'm not gonna get anyone better than you, so can you be a fucking mature grown up and stop insulting the best person you're ever going to get?"
But it tore him apart to be called an idiot and stupid by someone he had full-on obsessed about for almost five years straight. To be looked at with disgust like that, to be ridiculed and unappreciated pained and agonised him. He didn't quite know how else to react than to hang his head and stare in confusion and self-hatred at the floor-- at least before glaring right back at her with a fierce snarl.
"Don't fucking talk to me like that. Who do you think I am, some pathetic little loser you can bully around? That you can twist and manipulate? I did what I did because I wanted to, you didn't make me do it. I wanted to please you. If that's a crime, I'm sorry, but no need to be a bitch about it," he snapped, intimidatingly standing over her without paying an ounce of attention to the Prince nearby. "I love you, I do. I worship you far above anyone else-- but don't treat me like I'm a fucking loser when I hold you in such a high regard. Got that? Not to brag or anything, but you're not gonna get better than me-- and I'm not gonna get anyone better than you, so can you be a fucking mature grown up and stop insulting the best person you're ever going to get?"