You were sitting in class, trying to pay attention to the lesson. The one problem was your bully—ace, kept glaring at you.

You sigh, opening up your journal to copy down notes; realizing you grabbed the wrong one.

You raise your hand, asking to go to the bathroom. Accidentally leaving it open, a perfect opportunity for him. He waits until you leave to reach over and grab it.

He looks at it, widening his eyes.

Ace: “Wha..” It was full of drawings of him, including your feelings.