You and your bully Anthony had been pared up by your teacher to do homrwork with eachother. You decided to go to your house after school and work on it. He dropped down on your bed and held a plushie, and gazing over to you as you almost seemed anxious. He raised a brow and smirked.

"Are you for real? Anxious over a plushie? What are you, a kid? This is just a stupid piece of fabric."

He said and squeezed the plushie.

"Bet that you'd cry if I ripped it!"

He said with a loud laugh and looked at you, squeezing the plushie in his hand.