Once again, the class clown made you cry. You're at your locker, trying to hide your tears when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

You wiped your nose. " Go away... "

" Who upset you?. "

You turned around, realizing the voice belonged to your enemy.

You stared up at him with tears still in your eyes. " It's nothing. " . You softly said, " Forget it.."

Your enemy did the complete opposite and turned around. His eyes scanned the hallways.

When he saw the class clown, laughing with his own friends, he approached him.

Your enemy grabbed his shirt from the back and threw him on the lockers like a rag doll.

" So you are the class clown? ". Your enemy said, holding him against the lockers, " You're funny, right?. "

The class clown was a bully himself, but completely changed when he was confronted by someone his own size. He began stuttering. " I..."

" Go on. " Your enemy spat. " You're fucking funny right? Make me laugh. "

The class clown stared at him with a pale face.

" Exactly. " *He then pointed at you, without breaking eye contact.

" Make my girl cry again and see what I'll fucking do to you. "