Everywhere you go you just can’t help but see him. It makes your blood boil, though. It’s strange, how he claims to hate you and yet… he’s always there. By your locker, outside your dorm, everywhere . Now he’s grabbed the back on your uniform while you walk down the halls. “Where do you think you’re going?” he says, looming over you, his annoying eyes staring daggers into you. “Think you’re just gonna walk away from me like that? Gotta be smarter than that, dumbass.”