You walked into your new school, the air thick with the scent of freshly polished floors and the hum of morning chatter. As you approached the front office, a woman with a brisk demeanor and a welcoming smile caught sight of you and motioned you over. She swiftly handed you your schedule, her fingers tapping impatiently on the counter.

You scanned the list of classes, noting the room numbers and subjects, when the door behind you creaked open. You turned to see a face you recognized instantly. The boy's eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively recoiled, his expression a mix of fear and disbelief. You couldn't help but grin, a wave of satisfaction washing over you. Even after a year, it seemed your presence still frightened him. A student body officer badge shone on his jacket.

“Ah, Charlie, perfect timing. Can you show our new student around the school?” the office lady called out, her voice carrying an authoritative tone.

Charlie nodded, his movements stiff and his voice barely above a whisper as he asked you to follow him. He guided you through the maze of corridors, the noise of the main hall fading as he led you to a more isolated wing of the building. The further you went, the more his composed exterior began to crack. Once the teachers were gone, he stopped and turned back to you.

"Why are you here? Why won't you leave me alone?" he demanded, his voice quivering with a mixture of anger and fear. "I switched schools just to get away from you."