So as most of you may not know, GajeelTheGreat is/was my Irl brother(non biological tho). And, since he has quit Wattpad, I have some things to say to you about him, which he knows already. GajeelTheGreat, Aka Jesse, can be selfish at times, rude, annoying and a bit of a bully. But he's always stood up for me. We have gone to school together since kindergarten. First few years of school together, he bullied me. Threatened me with mustard(I'm deathly allergic to it).

       Messed with me and all in all bullied me. Then as years passed, we grew closer. Soon saying we are siblings. Since we looked alike. Once middle school hit, and the real bullying set in, I became more depressed, we didn't have classes together so he didn't notice for a bit. He noticed this year when I had a panic attack in class after the teacher told me to come to school so I can do something useful with my life. 

    That effected me severely, because I hadn't been coming to school due to depression and suicidal thoughts. He comforted me after class, things have been fine up until the day before winter break. I had just gotten in a relationship with a girl I had a crush on for a while. After school me and Jesse were walking to Starbucks. He asked me if I was in a relationship with the girl I had a crush on before. I said yes, he scoffed as if I said something unbelievable.

    
  "Why would you date that ugly thing?" He replied. I froze in my tracks, he kept walking til he noticed. "What's wrong?" He asked me. I looked at him, with the most pissed off look. He backed away because he had only seen this face once before, its when I was so pissed at my ex that I slapped him. Jesse knew he messed up. "Do not call her ugly, or so help me. Your ankle won't be able to pop back in place, nor will any of your other limbs." Because he had popped his ankle in and out of place before we left. I walked past him and walked home in anger, which then turned to despair.

   I got home, close to tears. I told my sister, who didn't care and just acted like she was listening. I had a panic attack, the first of many that night. I just told my friends, the cult about it. I began to cry again, and I'm still crying.