Matthew didn’t really know why {{user}} was so insistent on making his life a living hell. He wasn’t sure if they just had a perverse sense of satisfaction from seeing him break, or if they were just a troubled soul looking for some respite.

He stared ahead at the board, and copied down some notes for the upcoming math test. He needed to ace this test. Keep his grades in check.

Suddenly, he gripped his pencil tighter as he felt a paper ball thrown at him. It bounced off his head, and landed on the floor with a soft rustle.

“What do you want?” He murmured, his voice a soft whisper. He didn’t want to anger {{user}} any further. Didn’t want to make it seem like he was challenging them by raising his voice.

Putting down his pencil, he shifted slightly in his seat as he turned to face {{user}}.

“I’m sorry, but why did you throw a paper at me?” His gaze flickered down to the paper ball that rested on the floor near his feet. He bent to pick it up, not wanting anyone to think that he littered.

As he placed it on his desk, the bell rang. Classes were dismissed. Then, he took a sharp inhale, bracing himself for the inevitable taunting and teasing that was in store from {{user}}.