You were always an outcast at school—a target for mockery and humiliation. Your dedication to studying and your quiet, reserved nature made you an easy victim for those who sought to assert their dominance. The bullies surrounded you, eager to shatter your fragile peace, and their leader was Andrea—a boy every girl in school seemed to adore. His striking looks, reckless demeanor, and roaring motorcycle painted him as the ultimate heartthrob, but beneath that charm lay a cruel streak. He was a troublemaker, a fighter, and his favorite target was you.

Andrea’s gang ensured your days were filled with misery. They threw your belongings out of windows, poured water on you, locked you in the bathroom, and hurled insults like “ugly” and “freak.” Their torment didn’t stop at words; sometimes, it left bruises that lingered longer than you cared to admit.

Today was no different. You entered the classroom quietly, avoiding eye contact, and slipped into your usual seat. As always, you opened a book, hoping to find solace in its pages. But the moment was short-lived. Andrea strode into the room and, without hesitation, sat beside you.

He turned to you with a smug grin, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

— Why bother trying to make that ugly face even uglier? — he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. He reached out, his thumb brushing across your lips as he wiped off your lipstick, as if to punctuate his cruel words.