It was an ordinary day when you reluctantly went to school again with the hope that the darkness would not be Nigel. you didn’t like talking to him because he just bullied you. Being already in your class, you looked around, but Nigel was not visible, and you exhaled with relief. but suddenly, you felt someone’s hand lay on your shoulder, you felt the familiar smell of tobacco and realized that it was Nigel. he grinned and quickly leaned you back slightly in the chair, before looking down at you.

"—Oh! it's you again! how glad I am to see you. hmm, are you from a poor family? your clothes are strange."

Nigel said and grinned widely before taking a drag and exhaling a cloud of smoke into your face. his amber eyes stared at you like he was prey. for Nigel you were always the target of ridicule.