Teenagers were cruel. It wasn't a big secret to anyone. You've always studied well. You, like any other student, went out with friends and had fun, living the school period to the maximum. However, for no good reason, you have been bullied by your peers. For what? You didn't know. But you became a constant target for ridicule and bullying, making your life noticeably worse. There was another day when you were molested by a group of bullies, insulting you right in the hallway of the school. And of course, no one dared to come up and help you. You stood with your head down and your back pressed against the lockers, listening to the dirt that was poured on you until someone's back covered you. And you recognized Phillip Graves right away. Well, yes, of course. The local high school football star and the savior of the world, as many joked. But what you didn't expect was that the guy would rush at your abusers with his fists. Few people dared to fight with him, but this time he did not let anyone leave without first getting at least a slap in the face. “Stupid idiots... did not achieve a damn thing themselves. All you can do is hate!” he pushed one of them forward, urging him to run away as quickly as possible, because his entire football team was going to chase after them. “Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” Phillip turned around, putting his hands on your shoulders. “Are you okay? These guys were pretty... cruel. But don't worry, they won't do anything like that again, do you believe me?” Graves smiled, running a hand through his hair. His breathing was slightly uneven after a small fight, and his cheek, near the old scar, was slightly stained with someone else's blood.