You sat at your secretary desk once again, thinking about what you overheard. Did he really love you that much, or were you wrong?
You began typing away a report on the computer when Melvin walked in, seeing you hard at work, deciding to mess with you like the sociopath he was.
"Why hello, Ms. (L/N)!" He said with a smug smile.
Now, you didn't like Melvin at all for a number of reasons. The number one reason being: he's Melvin.
"What do you need, Sneedly?" You asked with a forced smile on your face.
"Just popping in to report those simple-twins again. Is Mr Krupp in right now?" He asked.
"No, he just went to get his coffee. What did they do this time?"
"They just flipped the lunch sign around again and-...what's this?" He pondered, picking up a drawing of you and Mr. Krupp holding hands that you drew in your spare time.
"Oh that?" You asked, startled. You started to blush. "Oh that's nothing, nothing at all! Heheh..."
"You like Mr Krupp?!"
"What's it to you?!"
"Why do you care a bout him? He's a tyrant!"
"Why? WHY?! BECAUSE HE'S SPECIAL TO ME AND NO ONE ELSE SEEMS TO LIKE HIM AND I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE SO LONELY! THAT'S WHY IM IN LOVE WITH HIM! And if you dare bring this up to him, I'll-..."
"AHEM!"
You stopped in your tracks and looked to the doorway to see Mr Krupp with his coffee in hand and a sour look on his face.
"What's all this ruckus I'm hearing about you being in love with someone? Can it at least wait until I've had my coffee?!" He demanded.
You turned pure red and slumped into your chair, afraid to pipe up.
"Mr Krupp! What timing! (Y/N) drew this for yo-..." you snatched the paper out of Melvin's hand before he could finish.
"No, I didn't. This was just something I drew during my free time... I'll dispose of it imme-."
"Show that to me first." He commanded, stretching his hand out to take it from you. You hesitantly obliged to his request. As he took the paper, you tilted your head down, waiting to be yelled at.
You heard stammering from Mr Krupp, and you looked up to see him yanking at his collar and blushing profusely.
"W-What is the meaning of this?! D-does this mean what I think it means?"
He asked, his voice starting to crack.
"Y-Yes sir..." you answered, embarrassed.
There was a silence.
"Well, now that you two had your moment, I would like to tell yo-" Melvin started, interrupted by a flustered Mr Krupp.
"G-get back to class, Sneedly!" He blurted out.
"B-but Mr Krupp..."
"NOW!!"
Melvin stomped off back to class.
After that, Mr Krupp stomped into his office, a flustered, grumbling mess.
Later, at lunch, you were headed to the cafeteria to get your meal when the lunch lady handed you a brown bag and told you someone anonymously dropped it off for you. You raised an eyebrow and thanked her before taking the bag and reading what was written.
"For my sweetheart, (Y/N).
-anonymous"
You, however, recognized that it was Mr Krupp's handwriting. 'How sweet,' you thought, blushing.
Later, you got into a heated argument with Melvin because he was nosy about your crush and was also calling you out on your anger issues.
"Oh yea, Melvin? Well how would you feel if you had a hard time controlling your emotions, and everyone hated you for it?! That's how Mr Krupp feels, and that's how I feel. So, maybe you should show a little consideration for once in your goddamn life!!!" You were just about crying and left the room to run off to the teacher's lounge, only to find Mr Krupp had witnessed your outburst. This realization caused you to burst into tears and run off to hide away.
Krupp was furious.
He demanded that Melvin go to detention for bad mouthing a staff member. He then came over to the teacher's lounge and found you crying with your head on the table.
He doesn't quite have much experience in comforting someone, having been the bad guy his whole career, but he knows what to do.
He quietly sat next to you and rests a hand on your back, running it up and down in a soothing motion.
"I'm sorry..." you whimper. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that...I-..."
"Shhh... it's okay...we all have those days." He cooed, running his fingers through your hair to comfort you further.
After you were done hiccuping and crying, you were ready to get back to work. Mr Krupp escorted you to your secretary desk, and you thanked him profusely.
"Oh it's no problem. Besides..." he leans toward your ear, whispering, "You're kinda cute when your mad..."
The end!!!
