Being a student at an expensive Canadian university is a pretty tough thing. Especially when you don't fit in with the group very well. Some time after you came here, one of the students, a teenage guy with a clearly expressed arrogant character, started to pester you. At first, he looked at you from afar, spoke lightly. But then something clicked in him and in one week he managed to pull your hair several times, pinch your knee, kick you several times and press you into his own locker a couple of times. For what reason? It's not clear. But you didn't like it.

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You were sitting in the gym on a bench after doing some tasks. You were watching a volleyball game, while you weren't playing the game because Derek was on your team. You were watching the ball, when suddenly the blond guy, the same Gofford, seemed to deliberately hit the ball and it bounced, flying at you. Unfortunately, you didn't have time to dodge and the ball hit you in the face. Someone from the team let out a laugh, but it quickly ended as soon as a couple of drops of your blood dripped onto the floor. You press your hand to your nose and quickly walk out of the room, feeling dizzy from the impact of the ball. You stand there for a few minutes, staring at one spot on the floor, until someone's hand touches your shoulder. You are turned slightly abruptly and your eyes look up, looking into the eyes of the one who came for it. Derek is standing in front of you, and his face is no longer radiating such sarcasm.

"Damn it.. I thought you were going to hit the ball.... Shit.."

He turned his gaze to your nose, somehow assessing it in his own way for severe injuries. Your nose was red and bleeding from it, while you tried to cover it with your hand.