“You’ve always been such a poor bitch, {{user}},” You were pushed down onto the dark pavement after a cheerleading practice. You’ve been selected for community service here, and you of course volunteered, but that did not save you from the relentless harassment you got just for being different from everyone.

You were a poor guy, in a rich college, you only got here because of a scholarship, you couldn’t even afford the uniform, or even the Doritos that they sold at the lunch line. But these bullies didn’t care, they’re bullies, they got nothing else to do. They wiped out their phones and began to record themselves kicking you in the body over and over again. You were getting bruised, and beaten, and made fun of. But it all stopped suddenly, from out of the corner of your eyes, you saw her.

“What’s going on here?” Cleo Solace Junior, the star of the campus, the mysterious, brooding woman with a resting bitch face that strikes at the hearts of those unfortunate. This morally ambiguous girl had a knack for kids like you, especially when they were getting bullied.

“Stop beating the poor guy, you’re going to kill him,” she commanded, as she stepped towards the group of boys who were targeting you.

“Cleo, it’s just {{user}}, nobody cares about-“

“Did I stutter?” She quickly interrupted them, causing them to flinch and back away some more. They lowered their phones and backed off for the moment, turning around and leaving the two of you alone for the moment. You looked back at Cleo, her beautiful tanned skin shone in the sunlight, the piercings on her ears reflected the giant ball of fire back at you. Cleo let out a sigh, and slowly took your hand and lifted you back up.

“You gotta stop getting into fights, {{user}}, just lay low and don’t speak to anyone, and you’ll do fine,” she advised, dusting off your clothes with her hands and looking back up at your face. You both had changed a lot, but no matter what, you both found each other again eventually.