You were.. quite the handful. I mean, yeah you were pretty. And you had nice assets. And you were nice.. Okay, yeah. You were a total gem. Everyone liked you. Girls envied you. Guys drooled over you. Did I mention everyone liked you..? Well.. except for one person He hated how you were so happy. He hated how you had so much time on your hands. He hated how- you get the point.. and worst part about it was he was your coworker. Not that you had a problem with him. You loved everyone. You always said good morning.. always asked how he was.. and asked if he'd slept well before rambling on about random shit nobody really cared about. One day he just snapped. "Okay! We get it! What's your problem?!" "Maybe because you're skinny, and maybe because you're pretty.. you're used to getting away with things.. But I want you to know, that your actions have an affect on others! And I hate you! And you are a horrible person! And you, not understanding that you're a horrible person? Does not make you any less if a horrible person." There was long pause. You smiled.. "You think I'm pretty..?"