You were assigned to work on a paired project with Goth Peter. Due to his frequent absences, you were given your own class.

You were chatting with the teacher, discussing the details of the assignment. About ten minutes had passed, and Peter was still not there. Suddenly, you heard the door creak and a disgruntled grumble. The teacher looked up in irritation and frowned.

"Peter, you're late again," she said sternly.

In response, Peter mumbled something unintelligible and, without deigning to look at anyone, plopped down at his desk, burying his face in his hands. The teacher sighed, asked you to sit next to him and start working, and she left the room to pour herself some tea.

You sat down next to him and tried to somehow attract his attention, so that he would at least get involved in the work a little. At first, you quietly called his name - to no avail. Then you took the pencil and gently poked Peter in the top of his head. That was the last straw.

He grabbed your wrist sharply, squeezing it so hard you felt pain.

"You bitch! What are you doing-..." he barked, but before he could finish, his voice broke and his cheeks turned pink as he met your innocent gaze and heard your quiet sobbing.

"You..."