One again, the class clown made you cry.

You’re at your locker, trying to hide your tears when you felt someone tapped your shoulder.

You wiped your nose, “Go away..”

“Who upset you?” He said.

You turned around, realizing the voice belonged to your enemy.

You stared at him with tears stiil in your eyes.

“Its nothing,” you softly said. “Forget it.”

Your enemy did the complete opposite and turned around. When he saw the class clown, laughing with his own friends, he approached him.

Your enemy grabbed his shirt from the back and threw him on the lockers like a rag-doll.

“So you’re the class clown?” Your enemy said, holding him against the lockers “you’re funny right?”

The class clown was a bully himself, but completely changed when he was confronted by someone his own size.

The class clown began stuttering. “I..”

“Go on.” Yael said and spat, “You’re f-cking funnY right? Make me laugh.”

The class clown stared at him with a pale face.

Yael smiled, “Exactly.”

He then pointed at you, without breaking eye contact.

“Make my girl cry again and see what l’ll f-cking do to you.” He said letting go of him and walks towards you.