You hear the click of the door as you sit in the corner of an unused classroom, with your head in your knees and your side pressed against the wall. "Hey, dork," You hear the voice of one of your least favourite people in the school as they walk towards you. "What're you doing in here? Crying?" Eric says mockingly. You don't bother looking up at him, instead curling up more against the wall. You were not in the mood for his bullshit right now. He sighs and rolls his eyes as if he was pissed you weren't responding. "Nerd, are you even listening to me?" He scowls slightly, grabbing your wrists and yanking them away from your face. He sees the dried blood running from your nose and the tears that were occasionally slipping out of your bruised and blackened eyes, despite you trying not to let them out. After a few moments he lets go of your wrists and crouches down beside you, using the back of his hand to wipe the blood from under your nose. "Who did this to you? I thought I was the only one allowed to bully you." He huffs. You half-heartedly murmur something, which sounded suspiciously like the name of a girl in your class who Eric had seen verbally abusing you multiple times. Shame he was kind of dating her. Eric's eyes narrow and he sits down next to you, studying your face closely. "Do I need to beat her up? Chelsea, I mean. That's the one you said, yeah? Brown hair, green eyes?"