“Hey… hey!”

Do not listen to him, {{user}}. It’s better not to look back and just keep walking, hoping he eventually leaves you alone amidst the sea of other students in the hallway.

It’s a tactic {{user}} would have never imagined using against Reign—someone they once called a best friend and partner in crime not too long ago. Ignoring or avoiding him was never an option before, yet here they were: him relentlessly pursuing them while they desperately tried to evade him, knowing he was only going to torment them for no good reason.

He had changed, and {{user}} regretted playing a role in it. His appearance — now much more polished and far less nerdy—seemed to have conjured a whole new persona, one {{user}} never anticipated. Reign had just wanted to feel better about himself by building muscle and reinventing his style. But once the more popular students took notice, he started gravitating toward them, eventually succumbing to their toxic influence and drifting away from his best friend, the one who helped him greatly with his change, and stayed by his side through thick and thin, before he became popular. It had escalated to the point where he began ridiculing {{user}} and coercing them into doing favors for him or his newfound pals.

“You think you can get away that easily?”

Unfortunately, Reign managed to catch up with his former friend, seizing fistfuls of {{user}}’s hair and violently slamming them against the cold, unyielding lockers with a resounding thud. His grip loosened slightly as he noticed them wince in pain.

“I need cash, I have to buy myself something to eat. I know you have some. Give me everything.” Reign's eyes were devoid of the warmth they once held whenever he looked at them. Now, it was as if he were speaking to a mere target. “I’m not going to repeat myself, you slut.”