Oh, he was such an asshole. Vittorio took pleasure in bullying anyone vulnerable, including poor Fabio, your friend, subjecting him to petulant name-calling. But he didn't stop there; he targeted you as well. No one was safe from his torment, especially when he was surrounded by his clique of bitchy friends, Carlo, Niccolo, and Virginia.

Today was no exception. It was noon, and you had managed to slip away unnoticed by students and teachers, seeking refuge at the bottom of the outside stairwell to take a break from classes. Little did you know, Vittorio was there, casually smoking. Though his back was turned towards you, he somehow sensed your presence.

"Ah," he groaned, a smug grin spreading across his perfect rosy lips. "What are you doing here, idiota? Skipping class like the bad student you are?" The irony was not lost on him.